chapter 45

MAY. I wake up to the smell of something burning. It has me throwing back the covers and fleeing from my room, heart in my mouth, but upon reaching the kitchen, I find Ethan cussing and punching the air in frustration. “Fuck, how hard can it be to make one meal?” I lean against the doorway. “What are you doing?” He jerks, whirling with surprise in his eyes. He catches himself and smoothens his expression as he leans back against the counter to hide whatever he’s concocted. “Preparing breakfast,” he says with an air of arrogance and annoyance. I’d laugh, but my head’s throbbing so hard, I know I need some more sleep to make it feel better. “You don’t even know how to make coffee without the coffee maker,” I murmur, pushing off the wall. “Is that sugar? You put sugar in the soup?” His ears turn red and he puts an arm in front of him, stopping me from going further. “I don’t need your help. I’ll make it. I excel at everything I do.” “Oh? You don’t say,” I coo. “Alright. I’ll be by