Elle’s POV
I hadn’t meant to walk in on him like that.
The door was open. That’s all. I didn’t even think twice before stepping inside. I just wanted to apologize. I didn’t expect to see… him.
My breath caught the second I saw him. A gasp slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it. Ethan stood in the middle of the room, wearing nothing but a white towel wrapped low around his hips, holding a pair of grey sweatpants in one hand. He froze the moment I did, like time had just stopped for both of us.
His chest was bare, broad and muscular, wet from the shower. Water dripped down from his white hair—longer now that it was wet—and rolled down his neck, tracing a slow path across his collarbone and chest before disappearing down his torso. His tattoos were fully on display, black and g
