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“Sasha,” Ethan whispers.
I still melt when he says my name.
“Yes?”
“The thing is… I might love you. I mean, I do. Love you.”
I can feel his breath hitch in his chest. We both know it’s soon. But when you know, you know.
“Hey, Ethan?”
“Yeah?”
“I might love you too. A lot.”
He squeezes me tight. I am aglow. All tied up—with him.
From this vantage point, with Ethan as my armchair, I look up and finally focus on the show.
With wonder, I take in the stars—the ones projected on the ceiling and the ones twinkling inside of me.
