Ethan POV
She looks at me with an unreadable expression. Unsure of how to take the confession I just made.
My brain had developed an infatuation on her upon seeing her. The desire to have her in my bed, underneath me. And so I did.
I have but the so-called infatuation isn’t going away.
I have come to believe that maybe I haven’t done as much as I needed to. I reign myself in against the thought that I could be growing an attachment to her.
"Do you have a shoot today?”
The question falls out of my mouth before I can stop them. I don’t want her to leave yet, and I don’t think about the reason.
My phone rings, and I suppress a groan because I have a feeling it's something that'll interrupt this moment.
I told Stella I didn't want to be disturbed this morning.
I want to know more a
