After finishing another cigarette, I headed upstairs, stopping at Ethan’s door. I knocked softly and waited. Footsteps approached, and he cracked the door open just enough to peek out. “What?” he asked, a small smile tugging at his lips. “I’m not letting you in,” he added in a hushed tone. “I wasn’t planning on asking,” I quipped, earning a quiet laugh. “I just wanted to say goodnight—and I’m sorry your sister walked in. I was really enjoying what was happening down there,” I whispered. He looked away, but his smile lingered. “Goodnight, Ash,” he said, his voice low and raspy. I smiled,
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