Ellie's POV
I came out of the bedroom rubbing my in his expression changed for a second. It was quick, like a flicker, before he covered it up.
I walked closer. The air between the three of us felt strange, heavier somehow. Ethan glanced at me, and there was a look in his eyes I didn’t quite understand — proud, but also… something else.
John cleared his throat and gave a small smile. “Morning, Lia,” he said, his voice lighter now. “Brought some fruits and a few things you might need.” He held up a small basket, but his gaze kept coming back to me for half-seconds at a time, like he couldn’t help it.
Ethan’s jaw tightened slightly, and I wondered why.
“Morning,” I said softly, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. I suddenly became aware of how loose Ethan’s shirt was on me and how
