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Chapter Six: The Meeting

Ethan's text lights up my phone. It’s his address, followed by a small kiss. I can feel the fluttering in my chest as I look at it, knowing that what’s about to happen could change everything. My phone is still warm from our call, which was filled with flirtation from his side—smooth, confident, like he already had me wrapped around his finger.

I’m not usually one to flirt with men I’m not comfortable with, but with Ethan? It’s different. His voice, his confidence, it’s intoxicating. But there’s also something about him that scares me, in the best way possible. He’s tall and muscular, but not in a bulky, off-putting way—his shoulders and arms are strong and defined, like they could lift a thousand pounds, but it’s all perfectly sculpted. And his legs… lanky but impossibly sexy. Every part of him looks like it’s been carved by someone who knew exactly what they were doing.

I’m shaking a little as I sneak past John, who’s laid across the couch, watching some random show. He’s in his own world. I can’t help but feel a pang of guilt. I look at him, remembering all the times we shared—the laughs, the warmth, the moments we thought would last forever. But those feelings are gone now, replaced with something new, something dangerous. Gone, but never forgotten.

I throw on my boots, the click of the heels echoing in the quiet house. I don’t even bother to leave a note. It feels wrong to lie to John, but this feels like something I need to do. I need this. My heart races as I step out of the door and head straight to the Uber waiting for me. The cool night air calms my nerves just slightly, but there’s still a storm inside me as I settle into the car.

Ethan’s place is a drive away—he doesn’t live in the city, but rents a place from a friend. The ride feels longer than it actually is, and every second seems to bring more tension.

Finally, we pull up to a house that seems almost pulled out of a gothic dream. It’s an old, two-story home, sitting back behind a line of tall, wild trees that look like they’ve been growing here for decades. The place has an edge to it, like something you’d see in a metalhead’s music video—dark and intriguing, but also full of character. The stone steps leading up to the door are weathered, and the windows are tall, with heavy, dark curtains that block out most of the light. It feels like a place where secrets are kept, and I’m about to walk right into one.

I sit still for a moment, unsure. The driver notices my hesitation. “Can I sit here for a while?” I ask, my voice tight with nervousness.

“Of course you can,” he says, glancing at me with a knowing look. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know,” I breathe out, letting the weight of the situation press down on me. “I’m just nervous about meeting this guy. He seems nice, but I don’t know… I feel like he might have bad intentions.” I chew my lip, staring out the window at Ethan’s house.

The driver nods, his gaze soft. “Men,” he says, shaking his head slowly. “They’re strange creatures. They can act all tough, all arrogant, but when it comes to women, when they find the one they want? They’ll do anything to keep her. Even if they act like idiots and mess things up, they’ll always hold onto the image of her. Even when they lose her, they never forget the idea of her.”

His words hit me harder than I expected. I try to push away the growing unease in my chest, but it lingers, mingling with the excitement. Do I really want to meet this guy? Am I ready for whatever might happen when I walk through that door?

The car goes quiet, the engine humming softly as I gather my courage. It’s now or never.

I glance back at the driver. “Thanks,” I murmur, taking a deep breath. “I think I’m ready now.”