ETHAN'S POV

Sleep never came.

I lay in bed for minutes, staring at the ceiling, the ghost of his mouth still burning against mine. The kiss replayed in loops, every rough drag of his lips, every growl buried in his throat. My body wouldn’t forget. My heart wouldn’t calm.

And every time I closed my eyes, I saw Daniel pressed against me, his hands gripping, his voice promising I would be his.

After midnight, I couldn’t take it anymore.

The house was silent, the kind of silence that made my pulse sound too loud in my ears. I got up, my bare feet brushing against the cold floor, and slipped...