Ethan's POV
"Ethan!" Her hand flew to her mouth, cheeks flushing red. Her eyes darted around the alcove.
"I... sorry, I thought-" I started apologizing, but something in her expression made me pause. It wasn't disgust or anger I saw there. Was it nervousness?
"What if someone walks in?" she whispered urgently, still glancing toward the entrance. "The curator could come by any second, or-"
A grin spread across my face as realization dawned. "Wait a minute. You're not upset about the kiss. You're just worried about getting caught?"
Her blush deepened. "I mean, we're in public! In an art gallery!"
"So if we weren't in public..." I stepped closer, watching her pupils dilate.
"That's not what I-"
I cut her off with another kiss, more demanding this time. She made a small sound of surpri
