I clenched my fists so tightly my nails bit into my palms. My chest felt like it would burst with all the tangled mess of anger, humiliation, and confusion Ethan had just dumped on me. For a moment, I wanted to snap back at him, to hurl every bitter word bubbling in my throat. But something inside me—maybe the tiny sensible voice that still had a shred of patience left—warned me that exploding at Ethan right now was the last thing I should do.
Not when we were alone. Not when he was Ryans’ best friend.
I forced my lungs to drag in a long, shaky breath. My eyes stung, but I blinked hard, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing me c***k. I turned away from him, staring at the dull beige wall by my desk, tracing the faint c***k that ran down from the ceiling. I focused on it, used i
