Ethan’s POV
"Let me down!" Bella hissed, her small fists pounding against the dense muscle of my shoulders as I strode into the cramped bathroom. She was writhing in my arms, her face flushed with a mix of fury and pure embarrassment, her tangled hair swinging around her face. "I said I don't want to bathe with you, Ethan! Drop me!"
"We already established you don't get to tell me what to do," I muttered, my voice a low, unyielding rumble. I reached past her with one hand, twisting the handle of the shower. The pipes rattled instantly, and a thick, cloud of hot steam began to billow out from behind the frosted glass, quickly filling the small, tiled room with a suffocating, tropical heat.
"Ethan, seriously, this is insane," she pleaded, her breathing turning shallow as I set her down o
