Ethan POV

Inside my bedroom, I bent and lowered Bella onto my bed gently. She winced, grabbing her ankle.

“There,” I muttered. “Rest. You nearly twisted your ankle.”

Bella held my wrist before I could pull away.

“Stay… please.”

Her voice was small, scared. It triggered guilt I didn’t want to feel.

“I shouldn’t,” I said.

“Why? Because of her?” she asked, jealousy poisoning her tone.

“No,” I snapped back. “Because this isn’t right.”

My thoughts tangled ...