LOGINEthan's POVI took a deep breath as I packed the last of my things, forcing my hands not to shake. I had been prolonging going back to Aaron for an hour and thirty whole minutes. Pathetic. I kept pacing around the office like some stranded cat, picking up one item, then putting it down, then staring at the wall like it held an answer.I didn’t even know what I was scared.Or maybe I did.Maybe I just didn’t want to say it out loud.I guess it was the unknown—everything between Aaron and me still felt like a thin wire I kept balancing on. And with Connor suddenly showing up, shaking everything inside me, I hadn’t fully recovered from it. His presence had awakened this old version of me—the one who hated disappointing his family, the one who still cared too much what they thought.I finally pulled the zipper on my bag shut and made myself stand. My legs were rigid, as if opposing me somehow. I grasped my keys, swallowing hard.It was almost like heading toward something vaguely hazardou
ETHAN’S POVI hadn’t gone to work yesterday. Not that I could have; I’d barely gotten a full night’s sleep after Connor and I had tangled through his entire date debrief. But this morning… today was different. I had to get back to the office. There were deadlines, emails, files piling up—more than enough to remind me that life didn’t pause just because my family drama had gone off the rails.Connor, meanwhile, was leaving for Texas. Finally. God, I hated it already. Even though I teased him constantly, even though I rolled my eyes at his over-the-top behavior, I realized—I genuinely missed him.I drove him to the airport, the early morning sun spilling over the tarmac. Connor had a backpack slung over his shoulder, his hair mussed from sleeping in, and that grin that made me want to strangle him and hug him at the same time.“Ethan,” he began before I could even say anything. “You’ve got to come home for Christmas this year. I don’t care what excuse you give. Mum and Dad keep asking.
ETHAN’S POVConnor had talked for the last thirty minutes.ThirtyStraight.Minutes.Not normal talking, either.Brother talking.Which meant he was practically vibrating beside me on the bed, hands flying everywhere, voice bouncing off the walls like an excited golden retriever.“I’m telling you, Ethan, it was—oh my God—amazing. The garden lights? Ethereal. The air? Crisp. Her laugh? Probably created by angels. Dude, she’s—she’s incredible. I mean, truly, genuinely, magnificently—”“I understand,” I mumbled into the pillow. “The date was wonderful.”“No, no, no,” Connor slapped my shoulder and sat up straighter. “You don’t get it. You think you get it, but you don’t. I haven’t even told you the best part—the part where she looked at me with those eyes. Those—those—”“Here we go,” I groaned.“—those absolutely gorgeous, sparkling eyes that look like they hold entire universes inside them. I swear, Ethan, if not for the fact that I’m a shameless love-aholic, I would’ve proposed right t
AARON’S POVMy phone buzzed on the table. I assumed it would be another message from Zoey asking for my approval on another overpriced napkin,but to my surprise it was Ethan.He hadn't reached out since he left, and the text was quite simple and plain Ethan; “Connor might leave today, so I'll be home latest tomorrow”Which meant that, assuming everything went right, assuming nothing pulled him behind, he would probably be home tomorrow. My hands hovered thinking of a reply, but what do you say after you made someone cry in the parking lot ?Tomorrow, he'd be home.The thought managed to loosen my chest, but only a little. Because the rest of it-the weight that had been glued to my ribs these past four days-remained, I tried to ignore the light up feeling I got at the sound of Ethan calling this place his home.And he had been silent for four days.Four days of silence, excluding the single text Ethan just sent me. Four days of replaying every moment, every threat, every mistake. Fo
Ethan's POVThe moment I knew the car was out of sight from that green garden, I finally exhaled the breath I had held. My fingers loosened on the steering wheel, and I slumped back in my seat, as though someone had pulled out the last bit of strength from me.There was still this uncomfortable bulge in my chest, tight and heavy and stubborn, sitting right under my ribs like a stone. It didn't matter that I plastered a smile on my face. It didn't matter that I tried being as supportive as I could for both Connor and Mandy.I was happy for them. I really was.But…What if Mandy said something about Aaron?Suppose she had said something she shouldn’t?What if Connor started connecting the dots that should never even be close to each other?I drew in a shaky breath and rubbed my face with both hands. It was really getting too much. The secrets, the hiding, the constant panic that the wrong person would say the wrong sentence at the wrong time. That was what living in perpetual suspense f
Mandy’s POVThe second I cracked the door open, I saw him—Connor—standing there like he'd been carved straight out of patience and nervous energy. His hands were shoved in his pockets, shoulders hunched just slightly, as if he wasn't sure whether I'd open the door or throw a shoe at him.Behind him, Ethan was waving like an excited mother hen.Great. Perfect. Zero awkwardness here.“Hey…” I whispered.Connor's face brightened, a soft, almost boyish grin spreading across his lips. "Hey. Thanks for opening the door."Ethan squeezed past him with all the subtlety of a marching band. "Finally! I was about to break your window. Anyway, Mandy, I am officially giving you my blessings, do I wish you were with anyone else yes, but can I convince this fursac to leave you alone no, so you have my blessings." He smacked Connor's back. Hard.Connor groaned, rubbing the spot. “You guys don't have any kind of romantic history, do you ?.”“EW!”“EW!”Me and Ethan shouted in perfect sync. I gagged







