Ethan's POV
I stumbled into my penthouse, thumping my bags by the door. The beach weekend had been amazing but exhausting. Sand still clung to places I didn't want to think about, and my skin felt tight from too much sun despite the generous amounts of sunscreen.
"Home sweet home," I muttered to no one in particular, kicking off my shoes.
The weekend flashed through my mind - Stella in that tiny bikini that had my blood pressure skyrocketing, Matthew face-planting while trying to surf, and Jacob getting chased by what he swore was a shark but turned out to be a plastic bag. Good times.
My muscles ached as I collapsed onto the couch, sinking into the leather. After three days of constant chatter and laughter, the silence of the penthouse felt strange.
The wall clock read 7:03 PM. Not t
