That night, as he fell asleep in my arms, something shifted irrevocably. Ethan was different. I didn’t want to keep the wall between us—the one I’d built with everyone else. I didn’t know what would happen if I let it down, if I let myself truly feel with him. I tightened my arm around his waist and kissed the side of his neck. He stirred, letting out a soft, contented sound that I committed to memory. I guessed I was going to find out.
