Elle’s POV
Still shaking a little, I dried off quickly and pulled one of my favorite t-shirts over my head. It was oversized and soft and went down to my knees. It made me feel safe. Like a shield. Even though deep down, I knew it couldn’t protect me from how I was starting to feel about him.
I didn’t bother drying my hair properly. It hung down in damp waves as I opened the bathroom door and stepped out.
Ethan was already in the room.
He had changed into a pair of dark pajama pants, but his chest was bare. Completely bare. My eyes couldn’t help but take in the sight of his tattooed arms—both sleeves inked from his shoulders down to his wrists. The designs looked dark and dangerous, and they made him look even more attractive. His muscles moved under his skin as he reached for somethin
