Elle’s POV
I stayed in bed longer than I needed to, the blankets pulled up around my body like they could protect me from the thoughts running wild in my head. My cheeks still burned from embarrassment. I had woken up moaning his name—and I knew Ethan had heard me. I could tell from the way he looked at me before quickly getting out of bed and going straight into the bathroom.
Now, I could hear the water from the shower running. The sound echoed softly through the room, and for some reason, it made my heart race. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to force the dream out of my head, but it kept coming back. The way his hands had touched me. The way his lips had kissed every inch of my skin like I was the only thing that mattered. It had felt too real. Too intense.
When the sound of runnin
