Ethan's POV
I pulled into my usual spot, cutting the engine with a satisfying purr. The morning sun glinted off my car's hood, almost as bright as my mood after last night's dreams. Dreams that definitely weren't PG-13.
My hand froze on the door handle. There she was - Stella, walking across campus with her signature bounce. Today, she wore dark jeans and a soft green sweater that hugged her curves in all the right places, her chestnut hair caught in the morning breeze. I couldn't help but notice how the early light made her look almost ethereal, like some kind of casual goddess strolling through the mundane world of our campus.
"Well, hello, gorgeous," I muttered, grabbing my bag. I could casually bump into her again. After all, the library was definitely in that direction. Sort of. If
