Mia’s POV
The bus ride was quiet at first, the hum of the engine filling the air as the sky outside turned darker with the coming evening. Most of the students had paired up, chattering or dozing off in their seats, but I made sure I slipped into the very back, right next to Ethan. My heart pounded just from being this close to him, the heat of his body radiating against mine.
At first, we said nothing. His arm rested casually along the back of the seat, close enough that his fingers brushed my shoulder now and then. Each touch sent sparks crawling through me. I shifted, trying to calm the storm inside me, but then his hand slid lower.
I gasped quietly when I felt his fingers graze over my chest. His eyes flicked to mine—sharp, daring—but he didn’t stop. He cupped me gently at first
