Ethan's POV
I stepped into our apartment, feeling like I was floating in the air. The smell of coffee and pastries wafted up from the bag in my hand, reminding me of the surreal experience I'd just had.
Jess was sprawled on the couch, her eyes glued to some reality TV show where people seemed to be yelling at each other about... well, I couldn't tell what.
As I entered the living room, she glanced up, her eyes widening as she took in my appearance.
"Ethan? Where'd you go? You look like you've seen a ghost... or won the lottery."
I chuckled, the sound a bit manic even to my own ears. "Oh, you have no idea. It's a long story."
She sat up, muting the TV. "I've got time. And what's that smell? Did you rob a bakery?"
I placed the coffee and pastries on the coffee table and settled beside
