All through the next day, Ethan lingered in Millie's mind like a fever she couldn’t break. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt his hands again—how sure they’d been, how they teased her. And she couldn't believe that she'd almost begged for him.
But Ethan Moretti was dangerous; she knew that now more than ever. Ethan Moretti wasn’t a man you got close to. In fact, he was the kind you circled from a distance, hoping not to get burned. But she’d already flown too near.
The memory of him haunted her in flashes—the warmth of his breath, the weight of his stare. It left her restless, flushed, and hating herself for actually wanting more.
Even now, sitting in Alfie’s hideout with Clara and trying to act normal, she could still feel him. The others were laughing about something Alfie said,
