(3RD PERSON POV)
Ethan’s chest rose and fell in uneven bursts, lungs aching as if the air itself had thickened. His back was pressed tight against the door, but Sophia’s hand kept him locked in place, her palm flat against the polished wood, her body leaning just close enough that he could feel the whisper of her robe brushing his bare arm.
Her words—If you wanted to watch, you should have asked—echoed inside his skull, dark and impossible to shake.
He swallowed hard, throat burning. “Sophia…” His voice cracked, weak, the way a boy did when he stood toe to toe with something far larger than himself. “This is… wrong.”
Her lips curled into that dangerous smirk again. “Wrong,” she repeated, as if tasting the word. She tilted her head, eyes glinting with mischief. “Funny. It didn’t look wr
