Olivia’s heart was still racing long after Ethan had led her off the dance floor.
The intensity of his gaze, the way his hand had pressed firmly against the small of her back, the whisper of his breath against her lips—it had all felt too real.
Too dangerous.
She needed space. A moment to breathe.
But Ethan wasn’t letting her go so easily.
He guided her toward the terrace, away from prying eyes and whispered gossip. The night air was crisp against her heated skin, but it did little to cool the fire raging inside her.
Ethan leaned against the stone railing, his smirk lazy but his eyes burning. “So, are we going to talk about what just happened?”
Olivia crossed her arms, trying to regain control of her emotions. “You tell me, Ethan. Was that part of our act?”
Ethan’s smirk faded slig
