But not anymore. Just thinking about his voice made my insides creep.
Suddenly I heard a knock on the door "Who is it?" I questioned, doing my best not to let my voice tremble.
"It's me, Ethan," Ethan said, his tone falling low and coming out husky.
A slight disquiet surrounded me. What am I to do? Call him out on what I just heard. Or act like nothing went wrong?
Emma's POV
I held back my sobs and cleared my face. I couldn't afford to let him see me like this. So I sat up and opened the door anyway as if trying to steady my nerves.
Ethan peered at my face and his face softened. "Hey baby, is everything alright?" he kissed my forehead.
I put a smile on my face which I tried to fake. "Yes, I am fine."
But that wasn't the case either, I was hurt, injured. This man who stood before me had, in a way, broken me. Still, I didn't have the strength to face him. Did he mean what he said? Perhaps I was just being paranoid.
Ethan looked at me, confusion etched on his face. "Then why aren't you dressed?"
I frowned yet again and shook my head in confusion. What was he on about? "For what?"
"We had planned this evening, remember?" he reminded me, his eyes sparkling with excitement.