Her smile faltered just slightly—barely noticeable—but she didn't answer right away. She took a bite of the toast, giving herself a moment to think. The sweet cinnamon flavor filled her mouth, but the warmth didn't quite settle the sudden ache in her chest.
She liked Ethan. That was the problem. She wasn't supposed to like anyone. Just have fun and leave.
"You know," she said after a pause, "this was supposed to be a one-night thing."
Ethan looked at her. "I figured. But that doesn't mean it has to be, right? We could just continue this way without putting a name to this...." he said, letting his words trail off.
Rayna sighed and set her fork down. "I usually don't link up again with my one-night stands. It keeps things clean. Easy."
"But…?" he asked, sensing there was more.
She met his gaze, her expression soft. "But with you… I wouldn't mind. You're different."
Hope flickered in his eyes, but before he could speak, she continued.
