ETHAN’s POV
The world spun when Daniel pulled away from me. My body was trembling, desperate for more, but he didn’t say a word. He just scooped me up like I weighed nothing and carried me out of his room.
“Daniel—where are you—?” My voice cracked, my head falling against his shoulder.
He didn’t answer. He just pushed another door open.
The moment I saw the room, my chest caved. My mother’s bed. Her perfume still lingered faint in the sheets, floral and soft, nothing like the raw scent of sweat between us.
“No…” I whispered, shaking my head even as my arms clung tighter to him. “Not here. Not her bed.”
Daniel set me down in the middle of it, his weight pressing me into the mattress. His eyes burned into mine, hard and steady. “You still want this?”
My throat closed. My body screamed
