Mia’s POV
The next morning, Ethan was already gone when Beth and I climbed into a taxi. She sat beside me, fiddling with her fingers, clearly lost in thought. Her shoulders were tense, her eyes darting everywhere but mine. I nudged her gently.
“You’re quiet,” I said softly.
She bit her lip, then whispered, “I don’t know… I just feel strange. Last night was… it was a lot.”
I smirked, leaning closer. “s****l habits aren’t a death sentence, Beth. They don’t ruin you. You can enjoy them. You can even kill them if you want.” I touched her hand, making her finally look at me. “But come on—last night we had fun, right?”
Her lips twitched into a shy smile. “I… I did feel alive again.”
I grinned, satisfied, and leaned back as the taxi rolled on. She wasn’t broken. If anything, last night had
