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That afternoon, the living room felt like a cozy little retreat, with soft light pouring in from the tall windows and the quiet hum of a movie playing on the big screen that had quietly lowered from the ceiling. Ethan and I were snuggled up on opposite ends of the plush sectional, keeping a comfortable distance between us that felt more comforting than awkward.
He was sipping his tea, watching the steam rise in lazy swirls from his mug, while I pretended to pay attention to the film, even though my thoughts kept drifting back to the hallway upstairs...specifically, to Adrien's confession, the heat of his lips on mine, and how everything in my life had shifted in an instant.
God, I couldn't even describe just I guilty I felt about it even if it was Adrien who kissed me and not the other way around.
Then my phone buzzed on the table, snapping me out of my daydream. I reached for it without thinking, and saw Gigi's name lighting up with an excited string of texts.
