Ever since Ethan Clark and I got together, threatening to break up had been his go-to move. Over those three years, I'd lost count of how many times he'd said it. Again and again, I'd been the one to give in, smooth things over, and apologize to him. Until now. This fight started because I found a tube of lipstick in his car. Before I could even ask about it, Ethan looked at me, clearly annoyed. "If you can't even trust me over something this stupid, then let's just break up." I stared at him for a long moment. Then I quietly put the lipstick back where I'd found it. "Okay," I said softly. "Then let's break up." For just a second, he looked genuinely caught off guard. Then his brows drew together. "Whatever. Do what you want." I watched his car disappear down the road. For once, I didn't give in first. And this time, I wasn't going to be the one to apologize.