Chapter 33

The fish tank crashed down, glass shards all over the floor. Emma froze for a second before instinctively reaching out to clean up. "Ouch!" Hearing the noise, Ethan rushed out of the bathroom. He found her sitting on the floor, sucking her finger. "You seriously have zero self-preservation," he snapped, pulling her up and leading her to the bedroom. He bent down, opened the drawer, and grabbed the first aid kit. Under her surprised gaze, he quickly cleaned and dressed the wound. Emma stared at him, a dull ache spreading through her chest. He looked like he cared, but deep down, she knew his heart had always been elsewhere... "You done staring yet? Your eyeballs are about to fall out," Ethan looked up at her. He couldn't figure out why seeing her hurt made him so uneasy. Snapped back to reality by his voice, Emma suddenly realized how close they were. It felt almost...intimate. Ethan didn't seem to notice. He shoved the kit back into the drawer with a glance full of disdain. "Seriously,