Sam's P.O.V.
Ethan’s lips lingered on mine for a moment longer before he gently pulled back, resting his forehead against mine. I was breathless, flushed, and ready to give in to the pull between us. But his hands moved to cradle my face, steady and soft, and his golden-brown eyes locked onto mine.
“Sam,” he murmured, his voice thick with restraint. “I want you. Believe me, I do. But... not like this. Not here, not now. You deserve more than just a stolen moment in a break room. When it happens, it should be special. Something you’ll never forget.”
His words hit me like a tidal wave. My heart ached in the best way, overwhelmed by how thoughtful, how... perfect he was. When he kissed my forehead, a gesture so simple yet so intimate, I felt my chest tighten, the emotions bubbling up insid
