Ethan's POV
I headed to the shower, still grinning like an i***t. My reflection in the bathroom mirror told quite a story - hair sticking up in weird angles, faint lipstick marks on my neck, and was that a bite mark on my shoulder?
"Well done, champ," I muttered, turning on the shower. The hot water hit my back, and I winced at the slight sting. Apparently, someone's nails had left their mark. These women were going to be the death of me.
I let the water cascade over my shoulders, washing away the evidence of last night's activities. My mind wandered to the stack of assignments waiting for me. Real life was calling, and I didn't care about my complicated love life.
After toweling off, I padded back to the bedroom, leaving wet footprints on the hardwood floor. My phone buzzed on the nig
