Lily looked directly at him, her body motionless, her gaze unwavering. She didn't even blink as his fist swung toward her, bracing herself for the pain she was sure would come.
She didn't need his unclear, wavering attitude. She didn't need him to give her fleeting glimpses of hope again and again only to leave her spiraling into uncontrollable thoughts.
Lily sat there, still and upright.
Ethan's eyes narrowed, and his fist stopped short of her face. She didn't feel any pain—only the searing heat of his hand as it passed by.
His hand was burning hot. Although his body temperature was always higher than hers, this heat was unusually high.
"Why is your hand so hot?" Lily asked, her brows furrowing. What was wrong with him? Why was his body temperature so high?
"None of your business! Get out of the car!" Ethan snapped, withdrawing his hand awkwardly. He couldn't bring himself to lay a finger on her. He couldn't do it.
If she didn't leave… he didn't know what he might do.
