Ethan’s POV
As I shut the bathroom door behind me, I leaned my back against it and let out a deep, shaky breath. My chest rose and fell like I had just run a mile, and my whole body felt tense, like a tightly wound spring. My hands were pressed flat against the door, and for a second, I just stood there, trying to get myself under control.
God…
I almost touched her.
When I woke up and saw her lying there beside me, all peaceful and soft, I didn’t think much of it at first. I was just glad she was still here. Safe. Breathing. Her lips were slightly parted, her hair all messy around her face. She looked like something out of a dream. But then she started moving—slowly, restlessly—her hips shifting under the blanket, her breathing changing.
And then she whimpered.
I froze.
I watched
