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"Adrien—" My voice came out small, breaking as I spoke.
Ethan moved right away, positioning himself in front of me as I hurried to grab my sweater. His jaw was set, his voice dangerously low. "Back off, man."
Adrien didn't even acknowledge him. His attention was focused on me, my flushed cheeks, my shaking fingers clutching my sweater to my chest. An unsettling mix of emotions flickered across his face.
"I said," he repeated, his voice trembling with barely contained fury, "get your hands off my stepbrother."
I had no idea how long I knelt there, frozen, my shirt gripped tightly to my chest, my heart racing as if trying to break free. One moment, I was in Ethan's arms, feeling breathless and shaky for all the right reasons, and the next Adrien was right there with us.
