He seemed even less thrilled. “Ethan, you shouldn’t feel like you have to ‘go through’ something. You’re supposed to want this.” “I do! I just—” my voice cracked, “—you make me nervous, okay? I can’t think around you. You’re so…you. And I’m—” “Amazing,” he interrupted, a faint smile softening his expression. “You’re amazing, Ethan. What’s not to like?”
