Ethan's POV
My phone vibrated in my pocket while mingling with Stella's party guests. Excusing myself from a conversation about golf, I checked my notifications.
Shit. A missed call from Hannah, followed by a text:
Hannah: Have you forgotten about me already?
My stomach did a little flip. I hadn't checked my phone much between Stella's birthday preparations and our recent activities. I typed back quickly.
Me: Forget you? Impossible. Your art's too good to forget.
Three dots appeared immediately.
Hannah: Is that all you remember about me? My art?
I grinned, ducking behind a potted plant for privacy.
Me: Well, there's also that thing you did with your tongue the other day...
Hannah: ETHAN! I'm at my cousin's wedding in Chicago, behave yourself!
Me: You started it with the forgotte
