Ethan's POV
My mouth felt as dry as sandpaper, and I gripped my coffee cup like a lifeline. "Is this seat taken?" I gestured to the empty chair across from her, proud that my voice didn't crack.
She glanced up, those dark eyes catching mine. A small smile played at the corners of her lips. "No, it's free."
"Would you Mind if I joined you? The place is pretty packed." I tried to keep my eyes locked on her face, though the way she leaned forward made it a herculean task.
"Please." She motioned to the chair with one perfectly manicured hand.
I sat down, carefully placing my coffee on the table. Her perfume wafted across - something light and floral that made my head spin. The way she held her straw between those full lips was doing dangerous things to my imagination.
I took a long sip o
