Emily’s POV
I woke up to the soft rays of sunlight streaming through the blinds, my body warm and pleasantly sore. It didn’t take long for the memories of last night to flood back. Ethan. His touch. His lips. His everything.
I groaned, burying my face in the pillow. What had I done?
The faint sound of movement in the living room reminded me that I wasn’t alone. I sat up, clutching the sheets to my chest as I glanced toward the door. Ethan was still here.
I didn’t know how to feel about that.
I pushed back the covers and slid out of bed, my bare feet meeting the cool floor. Grabbing my robe, I wrapped it tightly around myself, as though it could shield me from the series of emotions coursing through me.
When I stepped into the living room, Ethan was lounging on the couch, looking far
