I started to smile—until his words caught up with me. “I’m not. Ethan’s the one who’s—” I hesitated, shrugging. “He’s young. He doesn’t even know what’s what.” Oliver rolled his eyes. “Don’t backtrack now, Ash.” “I’m not, it’s just—” “Ash.” Oliver’s voice was gentler now, but firm. “You’re in love with him.”
