Stella's POV
I stepped out of the shower, water droplets racing down my skin. Ethan's hands traced the path of a particularly adventurous drop between my shoulder blades. I shivered.
"We should get dressed," I whispered, though my body screamed otherwise.
"Should we?" His fingers continued their descent.
I swatted his hand away with a laugh. "The others are waiting. And I'm starving."
"Me too," he growled against my neck, "but not for food."
"Down, boy." I wrapped a towel around myself and tossed him one. "Save that appetite for later."
Ethan pouted but followed me into the bedroom. I dug through my suitcase, pulling out a light sundress. Behind me, I heard him rustling through his own clothes.
"Don't look," I teased, dropping my towel.
"Too late." His voice was husky, and I felt
