He Let Childhood Sweetheart Move into His House, I Left
I'd lost count of how many times Ethan had turned me down when I asked to stay the night at his place.
"Ethan, you're no fun at all."
I grumbled.
The day before, I'd noticed someone had left a mark by my front door, the kind that flags a woman living alone.
It scared me, so I went to Ethan and asked if I could crash at his place for a few days.
He said no.
"I'll book you a hotel room for tonight."
When he saw I was upset, he softened. "I just don't want to give up my own space this soon."
"Give me a little time to get used to the idea, okay?"
Three years together, and no matter how late our dates ran, he always drove me home. He never once asked me to stay.
I wasn't happy about it,