Regret Came Too Late (Grace and Ethan)

When Grace woke up, the storm outside was still going on. Her head was heavy, and the room spun as darkness overtook her vision. She had a sinking feeling she was coming down with a fever.

She saw Ethan, who had just walked out of the bathroom, and froze for a moment. When she snapped out of it, she quickly turned her gaze away.

She hadn't taken a good look last night, but it seemed that there were nail scratches on Ethan's body. She could argue that the scratches on his neck were done by a cat, but it couldn't be the same for the ones on his back. The scratches on his back looked undeniably intimate.

Grace wasn't in the mood to think about it, so she went to brush her teeth. The toiletries here were very basic-only disposable toothbrushes and toothpaste that cost a few dollars.

She thought about it while brushing her teeth with a cloudy mind. Ethan had truly suffered this time for being stranded here.

Someone suddenly appeared in the cramped bathroom just as she was deep in thought. Ethan was standing behind her, seemingly wanting to wash his hands.

Without a second thought, Grace stepped aside to make room. But no matter how much they tried, their shoulders would still touch each other in the cramped bathroom.

Ethan didn't have his shirt on at the moment. He was washing his hands in a slow and composed manner as if he were in a presidential suite.

Grace could feel the heat radiating off his body, invading into her space without restraint, from the thin fabric of her clothes. She hurriedly lowered her head and scooped up some water. After spitting out the foam in her mouth, she quickly turned around and went back to the bed.

However, a hand suddenly reached out in front of her. Ethan's hand was beautiful and well-shaped, much like the rest of him.

Grace gave him an awkward smile. "What's the matter?"

Ethan leaned in, gazing intently into her eyes. Upon seeing the alert look in her eyes, he slowly put down his arm. Grace let out a sigh of relief and quickly put on the jacket that she wore yesterday.

Their clothes were already dry after being in front of the heater all night. The only problem was that they were still a little uncomfortable to wear.

There were some crackers left in the house, so Grace had some. But she stopped for a moment after seeing Ethan walk out of the bathroom.

Ethan walked toward her, making her almost jump off her seat. Her movements were stiff as she was contemplating whether she should get up.

Lowering his eyelashes, Ethan slowly opened a bag of crackers and had a bite of them. Grace turned her head away, lost in thought.

He slowly sat beside her, but she suddenly stood up and darted toward the couch, acting as if he had some kind of virus. He didn't say a word and neither did she, causing the atmosphere to be very awkward.

After ten minutes, he threw the empty packaging into the trash can and wiped the crumbs off his fingers using a tissue. Grace looked down at her phone even though there was still no signal, trying to act busy.

She suddenly heard Ethan let out a small laugh. He asked, "You were actually awake last night?"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the room instantly froze. Grace stiffened for a moment before forcing out a smile. "What do you mean?" Ethan lowered his head and opened another bag of crackers. He didn't look at her this time and asked in a softer voice, "You were actually awake when I was kissing you last night?"

Grace's expression changed a few

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times, but she said nothing. She kept scrolling through her phone, wishing she could disappear into a hole Actually, she wanted to act as nothing had happened this morning, but Ethan had brought everything to light.

She didn't know how long the storm would last, and both of them still needed to stay in this place which was barely 200 square feet. It would be bell. After a long pause, she finally raised her head.

"Mr. Henderson, we're both adults. In that kind of situation, it's very normal for you

to be swept up in the moment. When we step out of this door, we'll pretend that it never happened."

"Are you so generous like this to everyone?" Ethan lowered his eyelashes after finishing his words. Looking at his crackers, his voice suddenly became very low. "What if I say-"

But he was cut off by Grace before he could finish. "There's no 'what if.' Mr. Henderson, I want to marry a normal person and live a normal life. Maybe I'm overthinking it when I'm saying this, but these are my actual thoughts. My boyfriend is also a normal person, and I don't want anything more than that."

Ethan's face suddenly turned pale for some reason as his fingers trembled. She had mentioned this in the past, saying that she didn't want anything more than just a normal life.

His lips pressed into a thin line. He suddenly turned his head toward the window and looked at the storm outside. "I'm sorry."

After hearing his apology, Grace forced another smile. "It's nothing. I knew that you weren't really in your right state of mind."

"I—"

"Mr. Henderson, let me get a glass of water for you. It seems that you're still having a fever."

Ethan's Adam's apple rolled for a moment before he got up and went back to the bed. "Okay."

Grace had initially been sitting on the couch, but she stood up, wanting to get a glass of water. However, dizziness suddenly hit her, causing her to fall back onto the couch.

Ethan reached out to her and brought her to the bed. "Did I pass my cold to you last night?"

They both knew how it happened. Grace had actually been acting tough before this, but when she made contact with the bed, her mind instantly became groggy.

Ethan helped adjust her pillow. "Get some sleep."

Grace didn't sleep well last night because of the kiss. It had tortured her with thoughts and questions. Now that her head had hit the pillow, she quickly fell asleep.

Looking at her face, Ethan sighed.

He had known it was just foolish hope. It was like that then and even now. It had never been possible-not with Ethan Henderson.