Ethan's POV
I stepped into my penthouse, tossing my keys onto the marble counter with a familiar metallic clatter. The city lights twinkled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the furniture.
My feet carried me to the kitchen, where I yanked open the fridge door. The cold air hit my face as I grabbed a bottle of beer. The cap popped off with a satisfying hiss.
Stella. Her name bounced around my head like a ping-pong ball as I took a long swig. The way she'd smiled when I called her a stalker. The slight brush of her arm against mine as we walked. Even how she'd rolled her eyes at my jokes made my stomach do backflips.
"Get it together, Williams," I muttered, running a hand through my hair. I was acting like some lovesick teenager over a girl with a boyfrie
