Alex’s pov
I could still feel Ethan on my skin. His lips, his mouth, and the way he looked up at me last night with that almost defiant fire in his eyes when he said those words……“for being so great.” What the hell did he mean by that? Great at what? Great at breaking him? Great at ruining his balance? Or great at giving him something he clearly had not tasted before?
It had been hours since then, yet my mind kept replaying it. I hated when my thoughts slipped like this. I was not supposed to linger on anyone, not even someone like him, not even someone who looked at me like I was both the devil and the salvation he couldn’t stop reaching for.
All morning I watched him. He moved through the penthouse light on his feet, humming to himself, clearly in a good mood. I found myself wondering
