Lila
“I should go,” I murmured, tugging my hair into a quick ponytail as Ethan rose slowly from the edge of the bed.
His hand brushed my cheek with a gentleness that made my heart squeeze. “Damn,” he whispered, voice rough from laughter and what we had just done, “I thought you were some saint.”
I smacked his arm, laughing, hiding how hot my skin still burned. “Shut up.”
“No, for real,” he leaned in, his lips ghosting near my ear. “Please stay.”
“I can’t,” I whispered back, even though every part of me wanted to. “I need to freshen up before I crash.”
He sighed dramatically and plopped back down on the mattress, giving me those puppy-eyes that always made me weak. “Don’t you feel awkward at all? About us?”
I tilted my chin, smirking. “Awkward? Please. I wanted to f**k you too. You t
