Ethan had already put on his coat and spared one last glance at Olivia, who was still curled up beneath the warm blanket, her hair a complete mess.
He had even finished his morning workout and was now fully prepared to leave for his hometown.
Honestly, he was not surprised Olivia was still asleep.
The two of them had gone a little beyond their usual limits last night.
They had ended up "comforting" each other far more times than intended until dawn was nearly approaching.
Ethan had barely gotten enough rest because of it, but he still had to go home.
A promise was a promise—especially one made to his mother.
He slowly walked over to the bed and pulled an extra blanket over Olivia's exposed shoulders.
A few faint reddish marks were visible on her skin.
Something tightened faintly in his stomach.
He could still remember the heat of Olivia's skin against his.
The way neither of them had truly wanted to stop.
Perhaps sadness truly made people reckless.
