A young woman gives her heart and her first night to a man she trusts, only to be dismissed as nothing more than practice. As she tries to rebuild her sense of self, the truth of what he really wanted from her begins to surface, forcing her to decide whether love is worth the risk again.
I don't want to do this anymore. I threw off the covers completely and got out of bed, heading downstairs without waiting for his reply. The house felt strangely empty, with only Mrs. Tritton moving quietly in the kitchen.
A moment later, Ethan followed me down. he sighed dramatically and shoved a plate of maple pancakes toward me fine fine if you want to talk at least have some breakfast you always said you loved the ones my chef makes i'm not hungry i pushed the plate away gently my voice quiet but firm i just want to be alone right
now i pushed the plate away reaching for the simple bowl of cereal mrs triton had set out me instead ethan's jaw tightened his forced smile freezing on his face what's your problem he snapped his voice sharp i'm not upset why don't you go hang out with sylvia ethan scoffed slamming the pancake plate onto the table the sound of shattering porcelain echoing through the
so this really is about sylvia huh the shattered pieces scattered across the tile and I flinched at the sound, my whole body trembling. You think you have a right to act all hurt? Just because we slept together once, you think that gives you a say in my life?