43. Sarah: Angel

Sarah’s Point of view:

We drove back to Ethan's mansion, the evening's events still replaying in my mind.

As we arrived, Ethan got out, opening my door.

"Let me get those," he said, gathering my bags.

I smiled, grateful.

He carried my bags upstairs, following me to my room.

"Are you okay?" he asked, setting the bags down.

His eyes scanned my face, concern etched on his.

"Yes," I replied.

Ethan's gaze lingered.

"If you're sure..." he trailed off.

"I'm just exhausted," I admitted.

Ethan nodded.

"Understandable,"

His hand reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

Our eyes connected.

I blushed and looked at my feet.

"Get some rest," he said.

"I'll see you tomorrow," I replied.

Ethan's face softened into a warm smile.

"Looking forward to it," he whispered.

With one last glance, Ethan turned to leave.

"Thank you," I called out.

He turned back.

"For?" he asked.

"For everything," I replied.

Ethan's smile lit up.

"Anytime," he said.

And with that, he disappeared into t