Chapter 2
Mara's POV
I changed outfits four times before settling on a simple black dress. Nothing too fancy—we were still friends, after all—but it showed enough skin to make my intentions clear.
My hands were shaking as I knocked on Ethan's door at exactly 7 PM.
He opened it wearing jeans and a t-shirt, looking unfairly good. His hair was still damp from the shower, and when he smiled, I felt it between my legs.
"Hey."
"Hey." I stepped inside, suddenly nervous. "So... how do we do this?"
He closed the door behind me. "We talk first. Establish boundaries."
"Right. Boundaries." I perched on the edge of his couch. "Like what?"
He sat across from me, keeping distance between us. "Hard limits. Things you absolutely won't do."
I thought about it. "No pain beyond, like... spanking? An
