Ethan's POV
I gripped the steering wheel tighter, trying to focus on anything but the lingering taste of Stella's lips. The city lights blurred past as I navigated through late-night traffic. Every red light became an exercise in torture - memories of her fingers in my hair, her body pressed against mine, the little sounds she made when I kissed that spot beneath her ear.
A horn blared behind me. Right. Green light. Drive. Focus.
But how could I focus when my whole body thrummed with electricity? The ghost of her touch lingered on my skin, and her perfume still clung to my shirt.
By the time I reached the parking garage, I'd broken several speed limits and probably set a new record for the fastest drive home. The elevator ride felt endless. I leaned against the wall, closing my eyes, o
