Ethan's POV
I pulled up to Hannah's apartment, the engine purring to a stop.
"Thanks again for tonight," she said, her hand lingering on the door handle. "The tiramisu really was life-changing."
"Just wait until you try their cannoli. That's a religious experience."
She laughed, stepping out into the night air. "Goodnight, Ethan."
"Goodnight, Hannah." I watched as she walked toward her building entrance, her hips swaying with each step. The burgundy dress hugged her curves, creating a mesmerizing rhythm that had me gripping the steering wheel a bit tighter. It was not that she was trying to put on a show—she just had that natural grace that made even walking look like art.
"Get it together, Ethan," I muttered, dragging my eyes away as she disappeared into the building.
Two missed ca
