Regret Came Too Late (Grace and Ethan) novel Chapter 172

Grace's chest tightened, and she jolted awake. She gasped for air, her eyes locking onto the familiar ceiling. It took a second to register that she was at Palm Bay.

She tried to sit up, but a familiar voice stopped her. "You're awake?"

Her throat was dry, and she nodded quickly, searching the room for water. Before she could find it, a glass was already at her lips, as if he knew what she needed.

She drank in quick, thirsty gulps, letting him steady the glass. Only after finishing did the heat in her body subside, and her gaze finally settled on Ethan.

It was the middle of the night, and Ethan was in his usual pajamas. The neckline hung loosely, dipping low enough to reveal his abs.

Grace quickly looked away. Last time, when Ethan answered the door for Jodie, he had purposely pulled his pajamas tighter to cover himself. It seemed he didn't like showing skin.

Without thinking, she grabbed both sides of his pajamas and pulled them together, covering him up. She even tightened the belt at his waist a little more.

He lowered his gaze, watching as her hands swiftly tied the belt. "What are you doing?"

She looked up at him, her tone firm. "Your pajamas were loose. You don't seem like the type to show this much."

"Yeah." He gave a short response and glanced away. His expression was unreadable, but his lips were pressed together slightly.

She didn't think much of it. Instead, she asked, "How did you find me? Where's Liam? Is he okay?"

Feeling bold, she patted the bed beside her. "Tonight, I'll stay right here without moving an inch. You should get some rest, Mr. Henderson."

Ethan met her gaze, then, out of nowhere, smiled.

She frowned slightly. What was he smiling about? Yet, he was already getting into bed, moving with his usual unhurried grace, even as he pulled the blanket over her.

That's when it sank in—she was in Ethan's bed, not on the couch.

She was the one who told him to get in, so kicking him out now would be ridiculous. She hesitated for a few seconds, but he was already under the blanket, his eyes closed.