One Mate Was Never Enough
“Ethan, we need to talk.”
He pulled into a quiet alley and killed the engine, reading the room flawlessly. He shifted to face me. The streetlight caught his sharp jawline, and that familiar ache hit me—I really did care about him.
That was exactly the problem.
“What I feel for you,” I forced the words out, keeping my tone deadpan. “It isn’t romantic, Ethan. I’ve been soul-searching for months, and the truth is... I see you as a brother. I let lines blur because I was lonely and you were safe. I hoped it would spark into something real, but it hasn’t. I can’t keep faking it.”