Ethan’s POV
Seven minutes.
That was all it took to ruin every boundary I’d spent a year pretending to care about.
I should’ve walked away the second that door opened.
But the way Ivy looked at me when we stepped out—lips flushed, chest rising like she couldn’t breathe without me—it was all the permission I needed.
I didn’t care that people were watching. I didn’t care that her best friend stared at us with wide, knowing eyes.
I wanted her again. Properly. No ticking clock. No interruption.
Just her. Moaning my name.
I watched her slip away from the crowd, escaping to the hallway bathroom. I followed. I couldn’t help myself.
I knocked once, twice, before pushing the door open.
She was sitting on the edge of the tub, eyes closed, trying to steady her breathing.
“You shouldn’t be i
