Ethan's POV
Alissa leaned heavily against me, her exhaustion sinking into my chest like a weight I gladly bore. I held her close, brushing a strand of hair from her flushed cheek.
“Alissa,” I murmured softly, “do you want to see it?”
She didn’t answer, only nuzzled deeper into me. Gently, I lifted her and set her on the sink, raising one of her legs to rest on my shoulder. The mirror before us captured everything—our bodies, tangled and connected in ways that words couldn’t fully express.
Alissa’s gaze flickered towards the mirror, then quickly went away. Her cheeks reddened as if the sight made her too shy to confront it.
I kissed her temple, letting my lips linger against her skin before whispering in her ear, my voice low and coaxing, “If you don’t look, I’ll just stay inside.”
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