Stella's POV
The door shut behind Ethan, leaving me alone in the dressing room. My reflection stared back at me from the massive, lit mirror, and I couldn't help but grin.
I adjusted the strap of my dress, smoothing it over my breasts, remembering how Ethan's hands had explored every inch of my body just minutes ago. My skin still tingled where his fingers had trailed.
"f**k," I muttered to myself, my body already responding to the memories. It was insane how he could make me feel like every nerve ending was on fire.
I glanced around the room, ensuring I was alone, then leaned closer to the mirror, checking my makeup. "Goddammit, Ethan," I whispered. "You and your cock."
I touched up my lipstick, the red matching the flush that spread across my cheeks whenever I thought about our litt
