Olivia wasn’t sure when things had started to shift between her and Ethan.
Maybe it was the way he looked at her now—like he actually saw her.
Maybe it was the way her heart did an annoying little flip every time he smirked.
Or maybe it was the way last night, when she had woken up tangled in the sheets, she’d realized—somehow, at some point—she had drifted closer to his side of the bed.
It was dangerous.
And tonight, it was about to get worse.
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A Late-Night Encounter
Olivia tiptoed down the dimly lit hallway, her bare feet silent against the polished wood floors.
She had woken up restless, thoughts of the day swirling in her head. She just needed some fresh air—maybe a quiet moment on the terrace to clear her mind.
But she wasn’t alone.
Ethan was already there, leaning again
