“Eth- Ethan…” Lily's voice trailed off, her nervousness palpable as she met his gaze. He arched a brow, his lips twitching into a somewhat questioning smile. With a graceful gesture, he indicated the vacant chair beside her.
“Uhmm, yes, sit,” Lily stammered, her fingers subconsciously finding refuge by scratching the back of her hair. She quickly averted her gaze from his, her cheeks flushing as she felt her body respond to his presence. Her stomach was a flutter of butterflies, and her thoughts were a whirlwind.
As Ethan settled into the chair, Lily's fidgeting intensified. She tried to find something to focus on, anything to distract her from the magnetic pull of his presence. Her gaze roving restlessly, searching for a place to land—until...
"Oh, wow," Ethan’s voice cooed, and Lily's
