a strong, steady heartbeat against my chest. Shocked, I looked into Ethan’s eyes, searching for answers. He seemed equally surprised, but there was something else—a flicker of vulnerability I hadn’t seen before.
We stayed like that for a moment, as if time had paused just for us. My heart raced, both from the fall and the sudden realization that there was more to Ethan than I had been led to believe. The warmth from his body seeped into mine, and I wondered how someone so alive could appear so detached.
“I’m sorry,” I managed to say, trying to sit up, but his hand gently held me in place. “Wait,” Ethan said, his voice softer, almost a whisper. “There’s something I need to tell you.”
I braced myself, a million thoughts racing through my mind.
Was he not disabled after all? Was this some sort of conspiracy concocted by our families? His eyes held mine, and in that moment, I saw a depth of emotion that made me feel as though I was glimpsing his true self for the very first time.
What happened next changed everything…
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