The moon hung low, half-obscured by clouds, casting faint silver streaks over the dimly lit streets. Shadows swallowed the corners where Ethan stood, concealed by the night. He had been there for hours, leaning against the rough stone wall, eyes fixed on the soft glow spilling from Arizona's apartment. Her shadow occasionally moved behind the curtains, a distant silhouette that twisted his heart in knots. She was so close, yet it felt like a world stood between them.

Ethan's fingers twitched, betraying the storm inside him. He rubbed his face, trying to shake off the nerves that had gripped him all day. The weight of everything pressed down on him, and even the night couldn’t ease the tension coiled in his chest. Earlier, he had kept busy—deliberately. He’d spent the morning with Diana, tracking her medication like a nurse, but a knot of worry remained. Was she slipping again? At breakfast, her distant smile hadn’t reached her eyes, and it scared him more than anything Conrad or Enoch could do.

He had cleaned the house afterward, though it barely needed it. Anything to distract himself. The quiet had only fed his spiraling thoughts, always leading back to Arizona. He’d tried rehearsing what he wanted to say tonight, but every word felt wrong. As afternoon dragged into evening, the minutes mocked him. He dreaded the moment ahead just as much as he craved it. What if she pulled away? What if this was the last time she’d look at him like she used

Now, as the day faded, the dread still clung to him. Ethan stood tense, mind racing as he watched Arizona’s faint silhouette pass behind her window. His breath hitched each time she crossed the light—a fleeting reminder of how deeply he cared for her, despite all his resistance.

He couldn’t wait any longer. His heart pounded as he stared at the dim glow of her window, a beacon that drew him in but felt frustratingly distant. The anxiety of the day had reached its peak—this was it. He had to talk to her, no matter the risk. Every minute felt like another step toward disaster, a moment closer to Enoch making his move.
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Without thinking, Ethan crouched and picked up a small rock, weighing it briefly in his hand. It wasn’t a great plan, but rational thought had long since abandoned him. He aimed and tossed it lightly at the window. The rock clinked softly against the glass—just enough to make his heart pound with a surge of adrenaline. He threw another. Then one more. Finally, the curtains shifted. Arizona’s silhouette moved, and her figure appeared, bathed in the warm glow of the room. She opened the window, peering down with a mix of confusion and amusement.

“What are you doing?” she whispered, half-annoyed. “Throwing rocks? Just use the front door, silly!” She giggled, shaking her head. “It might be romantic in a book, but not like this!”

For a brief second, Ethan wanted to laugh with her, to ease into her playful mood, but the gravity of the situation pulled him back. His voice came out strained. “We’re being watched.”

Her smile dropped. Instantly, she caught the tension in his voice. Worry flickered across her face. She scanned her apartment as if sensing the unseen eyes Ethan had felt all night.

“How are you getting in, then?” she asked, her voice now serious.

Ethan glanced around quickly. His eyes landed on the emergency fire escape, just a short distance from her window. Without hesitating, he ran toward it. The rusted metal groaned as his hands gripped the cold bars, but he didn’t slow down. He pulled himself onto the first rung, his boots scraping against the wall as he climbed. The cold night air stung his skin, and his breath fogged in front of him, but he pushed through, his heart pounding in sync with the rattling fire escape beneath him.

Reaching the first landing, he looked up. Arizona’s window was still out of reach. His gaze shifted to the narrow drainpipe running alongside the building. It looked flimsy, but it was his only way to reach her window without causing more noise.

“Ethan, what are you doing?” Arizona whispered, her voice edged with concern. Her eyes were wide as she watched him from above.

“I’m getting to you,” he called back, trying to sound more sure than he felt.

Taking a deep breath, Ethan grabbed the drainpipe and gave it a tug to test its strength. It wobbled, but he didn’t hesitate. With one last glance down, he pulled himself up. His muscles burned as he climbed, his boots scraping for grip against the brick wall. His hands slipped once, the cold metal biting into his skin, but he kept going. The urgency pressed down on him, a weight he couldn’t ignore.

Arizona’s eyes never left him. He could hear her faint murmurs of disbelief, but he didn’t look up until he was nearly level with her window. His arms trembled as he reached the narrow ledge below her window. Steadying himself, he gripped the windowsill with aching hands.

Arizona was already reaching for him, pulling him inside with surprising strength. He swung a leg over the ledge and stumbled into her room. The warmth of her apartment wrapped around him, a stark contrast to the biting cold that had seeped into his bones outside.
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“Are you out of your mind?” Arizona hissed, her voice caught somewhere between panic and disbelief as she helped steady him. She quickly shut the window, her fingers trembling slightly as she pulled the curtains tight. Ethan straightened, his breath ragged, muscles aching from the climb, but the physical strain was nothing compared to the weight pressing on him from the day’s events. His thoughts were a chaotic swirl of fear, anger, and the desperate need to shield Arizona from the danger creeping closer.

“What’s going on?” Arizona’s voice broke through his spiral of thoughts, softer now but edged with a sharp urgency. She reached out, lightly gripping his shoulders, forcing him to meet her gaze. Fear flickered behind her eyes, but it was mingled with frustration. She didn’t understand—yet.

Ethan’s words tumbled out, fast and jumbled, as if he couldn’t stop them. “Last night, I came home… Enoch was there. In my house. With Diana. He knows, Arizona. He knows about us. About me staying here.”

Arizona blinked, trying to catch up. “Wait… what?” Her brow furrowed, confusion shadowing her expression as she raised a hand, as if to physically slow him down. “Just—hold on. Slow down. Start over, Ethan.”

He swallowed hard, struggling to control his breathing, but the panic gnawed at him, tightening his chest. The memory of Enoch’s smug face danced at the edge of his thoughts. “He came to my place,” Ethan said, his voice low but strained. “Acted like it was just a casual visit, like he was checking in on Diana. But it wasn’t about her. He was there for me. To mess with me. He knows where I’ve been… that I’ve been seeing you. He’s been watching.”

Arizona’s face paled slightly, her hand drifting toward the wall behind her as if she needed something solid to hold on to. “Enoch knows about us?” she whispered, her eyes searching his face, hoping for any sign that he might be exaggerating or that she had misheard.

Ethan nodded, his jaw tight, trying to hold back the rising panic. “He’s been watching for weeks, Arizona. He might’ve followed me here tonight. And if he tells Conrad…” His voice trailed off, but the unspoken threat hung between them, heavy and suffocating.

Arizona’s expression shifted, the shock giving way to something more resolute. She didn’t step back this time, her fear no longer dominating her reaction. Instead, she nodded slowly, her eyes hardening as she processed the gravity of the situation. “We need to be smart about this, Ethan,” she said quietly, her voice steadying. “We can’t let them get to us.”

Arizona stood still, her mind racing as she absorbed the weight of Ethan’s words. Then, with a quick intake of breath, she seemed to snap back into focus, her voice more controlled. “What exactly does he know?”

Ethan hesitated, his jaw tightening. The shame of what he had to admit settled heavily in his chest. “He said he knows I’ve been staying with you. That we’ve… been together. He’s using it against me, threatening to tell Conrad.”

Arizona blinked, the seriousness of the situation sinking in, but her tone remained level. “Does he know anything about our plan?” she asked, her gaze sharp.

“I don’t think so,” Ethan said, shaking his head. “He didn’t mention anything about it.”

A flicker of relief crossed her face. “Good. That’s something, at least.”

Ethan frowned, confusion pulling at his features. “How is that good?”

“Because,” Arizona began, her voice measured but firm, “we can use it. Let him believe what he already thinks—that we’re having an affair. It’ll keep him distracted.”

Ethan raised an eyebrow, his skepticism clear. “What are you getting at?”

She didn’t flinch, her tone matter-of-fact. “You’re struggling. You don’t have a job, you’re dealing with Diana. And me? I’m the rich girl with a bit of a reckless reputation. If anyone asks, I’ll just say I’m paying you.”

Ethan’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You want me to pretend I’m a male escort?”

Arizona nodded, unwavering. “Exactly. It fits our circumstances. My father won’t bat an eye, and it gives us cover. It’ll keep Enoch focused on the scandal while we work on what really matters.”

Ethan let out a short, incredulous laugh, shaking his head. “That’s… insane. But kind of brilliant.”

“It’s a smokescreen,” Arizona confirmed, her voice calm and deliberate. “He’ll be so busy sniffing around this fabricated affair, he won’t see the real plan unfolding.”

Ethan exhaled slowly, the tension still there, but something else—admiration, maybe—creeping into his expression. He nodded, reluctantly agreeing. “Alright. Let’s do it.”

Arizona’s expression shifted, her gaze sharpening. “Out of curiosity, what did Enoch want in return?”

Ethan’s face darkened, the question dragging him back to the part of the encounter he wanted to avoid. He hesitated, a shudder passing through him. “It’s not important,” he muttered, rubbing his face as if trying to erase the memory. “I...”

His voice faltered, the frustration and anger from earlier bubbling up again. “I lost it when he threatened to tell Conrad.”

Arizona’s eyes stayed locked on his, concern mingling with curiosity. “What happened, Ethan?” she asked quietly.

He drew in a shaky breath, running a hand through his hair, his gaze dropping to the floor. “I nearly killed him,” he whispered, the words barely audible. “I grabbed him, slammed him against the wall... my hands around his throat before I even realized it. I almost strangled him.”

The room fell into a suffocating silence. Arizona’s expression flickered with shock, but also something deeper—understanding. She didn’t say anything right away, just watched him, the gravity of his confession hanging between them.

Then, without a word, she stepped closer, her posture softening. Her voice, when she spoke, was low and calm. “Ethan, reacting like that... it’s not the answer. I get why you did it, but we can’t let anger control us. We’re better than that.”

Her words were gentle, but firm, and the space between them felt charged with both empathy and the gravity of what lay ahead. Ethan didn’t respond immediately, the weight of what he had done settling in deeper. But as her eyes met his, he felt a glimmer of calm return.

Ethan’s shoulders slumped, his face shadowed by regret. “I know. I should’ve handled it differently.”

Arizona nodded, her hand resting gently on his arm. “It’s done, Ethan. What matters now is how we move forward. We’ve got a plan. Let’s focus on that.”

Ethan shifted uncomfortably, the weight of his actions still bearing down on him. The shame was clear in the way he avoided her gaze. “I can’t stop thinking about it… What does this say about me? About who I’ve become?”

Arizona didn’t answer right away. Her fingers traced soft circles on his arm, a quiet effort to soothe him. “I don’t condone what you did,” she said finally, her tone measured but not harsh. “It was reckless. But I get why you reacted the way you did. You weren’t thinking about yourself. You did it to protect us—me, Diana, all of us. You’re not some monster, Ethan. You’re human. You made a bad call, but I see the man beneath the anger, and that’s who I’m standing with.”

Her words cut through the tension, offering a sliver of relief. He looked at her, his vulnerability laid bare, a mixture of desperation and guilt in his eyes. Arizona met his gaze, her expression steady, her understanding like a lifeline.

“Let go of it,” she whispered, stepping closer. “That anger isn’t going to help anyone now.”

Before he could respond, she rose onto her toes, pressing her lips to his in a soft, reassuring kiss. It wasn’t about passion—it was a promise, a quiet reminder that he wasn’t alone. With each gentle touch, the storm inside him began to settle. Her words, barely audible between kisses, carried a quiet offer of healing. “Let me help you let it go.”

Ethan closed his eyes, leaning into the warmth of her, finding comfort in the softness of her lips. When the kiss broke, he stayed close, brushing a tender kiss against her forehead. The weight on his chest felt just a little lighter.

But then, Arizona pulled back slightly, her eyes glinting with playful mischief. “Is Harold home?”

Ethan blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift. “Yeah, why?”

She smiled, her lips curving into a teasing grin. “Think he could take Diana for the night?”

Ethan’s brow furrowed. “What for?”

Arizona’s eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief. “Thatcher dropped off a delicious apple pie earlier. And I was thinking, maybe you could use a little break from all this… intensity.”

Ethan’s curiosity was piqued. “Pie, huh? That’s your idea of a distraction?”

Her smile widened. “Let’s just say it’s more than pie. You’ve been wrapped up in all this anger and stress. Maybe it’s time to sweeten things up a little.”

He chuckled, shaking his head slightly. “Alright, I’m listening.”

Arizona’s lips curled into a teasing smile. “I’m going to show you my personal library.”

Ethan raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. “And let me guess,” he said, smirking, “you’re after the professional opinion of a former English teacher?”

“You’ve read me like a book,” Arizona quipped with a playful wink.

Ethan chuckled, feeling some of the tension lift. “I’m starting to wonder how you keep pulling this off.”

Arizona leaned closer, her voice dropping to a soft, flirtatious whisper. “Simple. I’m offering you two of life’s greatest pleasures—sugar and books. What more could a man ask for?”

Ethan grinned, leaning in just enough to catch her scent of vanilla and cinnamon. “Hmm… maybe a guide,” he said, fingers brushing lightly through her caramel curls. “You know, so I don’t get lost in all the literary greatness.”

Her eyes sparkled with amusement, lips curving into a wider smile. “A personal tour guide, huh? I think that can be arranged. But I’m warning you—I give very thorough tours.”

“Good to know,” he replied, his tone lighter, a bit of the old humor creeping back into his voice. “I’d hate to miss any important details.”

Arizona’s smile grew, but she suddenly pulled back, glancing toward the hallway. “Before we get too carried away…” she said, her voice turning serious but with a glint of mischief still in her eyes. “I think we should see if Harold can take Diana for the night.”

Arizona chuckled softly and walked over to the rotary phone sitting on a small table. She picked up the receiver and began dialing, her fingers expertly twisting the dial for each number. Ethan watched her, amused at the way she moved so naturally, even in this moment of practicality.

He leaned against the doorway, crossing his arms with a grin. “You sure you’re not just calling to brag about that pie?”

Arizona shot him a look over her shoulder, raising an eyebrow playfully. “I’ll leave the bragging to you when you taste it.”

After a moment, Harold picked up, and she spoke quietly but clearly into the receiver, explaining the situation in a few short sentences. Ethan could hear the low hum of Harold’s voice on the other end but couldn’t make out the words.

When she hung up the phone, she turned back to him, a satisfied smile tugging at her lips. “Harold’s got Diana for the night,” she said, her voice light and teasing.

Ethan crossed his arms, his grin growing mischievous. “So, is this the part where I’m supposed to act all innocent and pretend I don’t know what’s next?”
Arizona laughed, the sound light and warm as she took his hand. “No, this is the part where you follow me, and we make the most of that free time.”

Ethan chuckled, falling in step beside her as they walked deeper into the apartment. “No pressure, right? But just so you know, I’m pretty hard to impress.”

Arizona shot him a playful glance over her shoulder. “Oh, I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve,” she teased. “Just wait.”

They reached the hallway, and Ethan’s grin widened as the atmosphere grew more relaxed. “You mean besides apple pie and impressive bookshelves?”

“Let’s just say,” Arizona began, opening the door to the dimly lit room ahead, “this library comes with some extra… amenities.”

Ethan’s eyes sparkled with mock seriousness. “Is one of them a secret bookshelf that leads to a hidden chamber? Because that would be hard to top.”

Arizona laughed softly, leading him into the room. “You’ll just have to wait and see.”