Chapter 5

That night, Ethan came out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe, his hair still wet. Water trailed from his hair, down his collarbone, into the open neck of his robe.

I sat at the edge of the bed, watching him dry his hair.

Whenever he moved his arms, the collar of his robe gaped slightly, revealing his chest. The lines of his muscles showed through, hard and defined.

I quickly looked away.

After he finished drying his hair, he walked over and sat beside me.

I felt the mattress dip slightly under his weight, felt the warmth radiating from his…