Aria
"Stop it, Ethan," I laughed, trying to push him away from the sink. He was standing too close, hands dipped in the soapy water.
"But I want to help," he said, tone all innocent as if I didn't know better. He went as much as to frown.
I frowned and snatched the sponge from him. "You're still recovering," I scolded, giving him my best unimpressed look.
Before I could turn back to the dishes, he leaned forward and snaked his arms around my waist, pulling me back into him. The sudden closeness made my breath hitch, my heart racing for reasons I didn't want to admit.
But... I didn't pull away.
I wasn't sure when I started feeling comfortable around Ethan—or when he started being openly flirty with me. It had been two days since the incident, and he still wouldn't let me step foot ou
