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I rolled my eyes and got up from the floor.

I adjusted my dress again and grabbed my broken heels. Honestly, I was embarrassed to have to walk in them, but I had my pride, and I wasn't going to step barefoot on the street.

Ethan grabbed his car keys and opened the door of his house, waiting for me to follow.

"Hadn't you told me your car wasn't here?" I raised an eyebrow, crossing my arms in the doorway.

Ethan raised his head a few inches, as if he were trying to remember that conversation. He looked at me again and smirked.

"I lied," he said with an angelic expression, shrugging.

I looked at him incredulously; I had believed him like a fool. I shook my head a couple of times, and before I could say anything, he stepped forward and kissed me to silence me.

I decided to let it slide; I was too happy to be bothered by trivial things like him lying about not being able to drive me home.

Before leaving his building's parking lot, Ethan's cellphone rang.

He took his phone out of his pocket,