Stole My Paper? I Made My Ex Beg

When I pushed open Ethan's office door, Serena was leaning against his shoulder, watching a surgical video.

They were so close, you couldn't even slip a piece of paper between them.

They were practically kissing.

I stood in the doorway, still holding the dinner I'd brought him.

"Ethan, can you explain this?"

He turned his head to look at me, no panic, barely even shifting his posture.

"Grace, can you stop always thinking the worst?"

He turned back to the screen, dismissively adding,"You wouldn't understand academic stuff."

I'd heard that line too many times.