Ethan's POV
I drummed my fingers against the steering wheel of my car, parked outside Stella's apartment building. My thoughts drifted to our earlier kiss in the car. My lips still tingled from the memory.
A movement caught my eye. Stella stepped out of the building entrance, and my breath caught. The way her jeans hugged her curves made my mouth go dry. Her sweater slipped off one shoulder, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of what looked like lace.
She opened the passenger door and slid in. My eyes traced the curve of her neck, down to where that damned sweater teased what lay beneath.
"You're staring." A smile played at the corners of her mouth.
"I mean, can you blame me?" I tightened my grip on the wheel, resisting the urge to reach over and trace that tantalizingly exposed shoulder
