Ethan's POV
The waterfront caught my eye as we passed - the city lights reflecting off the harbor, the moon hanging low over the water. Without thinking too hard about it, I pulled into the parking lot.
"This isn't my apartment." Stella turned down the radio.
"Nope." I killed the engine. "But look at that view."
We got out and walked to the railing, our footsteps echoing against the concrete. The night air had grown colder, sharp enough to raise goosebumps on my arms, and this time, I did offer her my jacket. It seemed like the right thing to do, even if it meant I'd be freezing my ass off for the next few minutes.
"Such a gentleman." She slipped it on, immediately burrowing into the warmth. "Finally."
"I wondered how long you'd keep pretending not to be cold."
"I wasn't pretending.
