Ethan was momentarily caught off guard by my question.
Then he reached over and lightly tapped the tip of my nose, amusement softening his eyes.
"Are you seriously jealous of your younger self?"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Most of my irritation had already faded, but I still brushed his hand away and deliberately kept a straight face.
"I don't remember knowing you when we were kids."
The smile in Ethan's eyes deepened as he pulled me back down beside him.
"You really don't remember," he said softly. "It was fifteen years ago."
As he spoke, memories buried deep in my mind slowly resurfaced, becoming clearer piece by piece.
That was when I finally realized that Ethan and I had met long before the night at the club.
Fifteen years ago, I had followed Adrian's grandfather to an in
