Mara's POV

I changed outfits four times before settling on a simple black dress. Nothing too fancy—we were still friends, after all—but it showed enough skin to make my intentions clear.

My hands were shaking as I knocked on Ethan's door at exactly 7 PM.

He opened it wearing jeans and a t-shirt, looking unfairly good. His hair was still damp from the shower, and when he smiled, I felt it between my legs.

"Hey."

"Hey." I stepped inside, suddenly nervous. "So... how do we do this?"

He closed the door behind me. "We talk first. Establish boundaries."

"Right. Boundaries." I perched on the edge of his couch. "Like what?"...