The journey to the house was short and uncomfortable. I felt like everyone was looking at me strangely because of my facial expression.Yes, they could imagine how I was. Upset, hurt, astonished, deep down. I was happy that I found my friend safe, but more than anything, I was angry.When we reached the car, I was the first to enter the house.I hurried to my room and threw myself onto the bed, burying my head in the pillows. I didn't want to see anyone, nor did I want to talk to anyone. I just wanted to be alone.How was this possible? Why did this have to happen to me? Why did I have to fall in love with an idiot who, besides cheating on me with a friend, comes back to find someone else? Wasn't Barbara enough for him?Damn it, how I hated men. They all had to be this stupid and disrespectful to women, of course. But if you treated them badly, then they'd chase after you, right? I was never an advocate for treating a man poorly, no matter what.Well, yes, Ethan was an exception.But

"Do you need help getting those wounds taken care of? I don't see anyone else around who can assist you here," I crossed my arms and looked at him sternly.Ethan reluctantly lifted his head after a few seconds and leaned it back so I could see him better.I delicately held his head and used the cotton I had to carefully clean the wound on his head, which was the one I was most concerned about."This is going to sting a little bit," I said before gently pressing the cotton against his skin.He reacted quickly to the stinging sensation and pulled his head away, gripping onto my dress."Be more careful.""I'm being as careful as possible, I told you it would sting a bit," I held his head again and proceeded to disinfect the wound with alcohol, also wiping away the blood to assess how serious the injury was.He stopped complaining, but still held onto my dress tightly.As I tended to him, Ethan's gray eyes were fixed on me. From that position, I could make out the shade of blue they had,

Amelia opened the door to the room and shouted that everything was perfect already. I laughed and hugged my friend Isabela again.I got up and went to the kitchen to look at the people there. Ethan was looking at me with a smile and an expression of "I'm proud of you," as if he were my father and I had just won a trophy in some competition.I approached the bar where everyone was gathered, and Isabela arrived a few seconds later. We stared at each other, and in a moment when everyone was silent, my stomach growled in the worst way possible, so loud that everyone turned to look at me.I felt myself melting with embarrassment, my cheeks turned warm, and I wanted to hide in my arms.With so many emotions in one day, I had completely forgotten that I needed to eat, and boy, I was hungry at that moment."What? I haven't eaten anything all day," I pouted, and everyone started laughing.They all smiled and turned their gaze to Ethan."All right, buddy, it's your turn," Isabela spoke as cheer

When you're in a pool and the water becomes more like room temperature, where you don't feel it as either cold or hot, it means you've been in there for a long time, right?Well, that's what was happening to me at this very moment.Ethan and I had been in the water for a while, kissing, playing with the water, swimming all around the pool, he tickled me, I tried to escape from him...Honestly, it was a perfect evening; I loved being there with him. You might wonder, what happened to the fact that we were almost naked? Well, yes, we were both in our underwear, and I honestly didn't feel uncomfortable. It was like I was in a swimsuit, even though this clothing was made of different material.Every time Ethan got closer and kissed me, of course, I reciprocated, but I couldn't go further. Why? Perhaps fear, anxiety, embarrassment...Many emotions overwhelmed me when he touched me with the intention of taking things to the next level, if you know what I mean.It's not that I didn't want to

Ethan's POV.I opened my eyes, abruptly waking up. I looked around without moving any part of my body except my eyes.I was in the room, the sun had not fully risen yet, so it was probably very early.I cuddled up against the pillow as I used to when I was 5 years old and closed my eyes, hoping to fall back asleep, but the movement of the "pillow" startled me.It was Minerva. She was nestled in my arms as if seeking protection in them.I smiled at the sight of her curled up; she looked so beautiful, so small and fragile. How could a woman be so beautiful?My mother had taught me that all women have their beauty, and each had a different way of showing it, but Minerva...She did it all the time, for anything she did, when she was sleeping, when she was concentrated, when she ate, when she argued with me about some unimportant thing, last night...I shook my head several times, shaking off those thoughts. What the hell was happening to me? Why was I talking like an idiot? If I kept this