Ethan's POV
The drive to my penthouse felt longer than usual, charged with electricity, making every red light feel like torture. When we finally pulled into my private parking spot, Hannah was fidgeting with the hem of her dress.
The elevator ride up was silent, but not uncomfortably so. More like the calm before a storm. I could feel the heat radiating from her body as she stood close to me, our shoulders barely touching.
The doors opened directly into my penthouse, and Hannah stepped out first, taking in the view of the city lights through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
"Wow," she breathed. "This is..."
"Private enough for you?" I asked, stepping up behind her.
She turned to face me, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "It'll do."
I stepped closer, my heart pounding in my
