Ethan's POV
Stella's next kiss stole my breath completely, making me forget we were in public, the cold, and everything except how she felt against me. Her hands broke free from my grip to tangle in my hair again, and I lost myself in the taste of her mouth and the soft sounds she made when I pressed closer.
I kissed her back, my lips moving hungrily against hers. Each touch ignited something primal inside me. My hands slid down her sides, feeling the curve of her waist beneath the oversized sweater and my jacket. Her body molded to mine, and I could feel the press of her breasts through our layers of clothing.
"God, Stella," I breathed against her lips, my voice coming out rough and needy.
"Don't stop," she murmured back, her fingers tugging at my hair hard enough to send shivers down
