Why was I even worried about her?

Ethan's POV

I opened my eyes, and there she was, standing in front of me. Emily looked concerned, and I wondered if I looked as tired as I felt. 

"I think it would be more comfortable if you went inside to sleep you look uncomfortable on the couch." I knew she was right.

I wondered why she hadn't told me she was coming back late. I knew I shouldn't let her know I was worried, as I didn't want to make her feel special. 

"You would have told me you were coming back late." 

I kept my voice steady.

"I'm sorry." 

Her voice was apologetic. "I didn't know I would spend so much time." She seemed to be telling the truth, but I still felt a twinge of doubt. 

"Why weren't you picking up your phone?" 

"My phone was in my bag, by the time I discovered I had missed calls, my battery had died." I could tell she was telling the truth.

 "I'm sorry I made you worried," she added, and I could hear the sincerity in her voice.