“Morning,” I mumbled as I placed our breakfast on the table. It was just coffee and a couple of muffins because we wanted to head back as soon as possible.
“Morning,” Ethan mumbled and sat down, his hair still wet from the shower.
This morning, we woke up cuddling but we didn’t really talk about it and we didn’t talk about last night either.
It just felt weird and even Ethan didn’t look comfortable talking about it. I wanted to bring it up but after what he said yesterday….maybe he was right.
I should mind my own business. But I wasn’t sure what to think. I was confused and worried. That wasn’t a normal amount of scars for a person our age. I thought about it a lot at night and in the morning.
Even if he did some dangerous sport, there wouldn’t be burns and cuts. I was really worri
