Olivia's POV
When Ethan hesitated, lips unmoving, his body completely motionless like prey, I cursed myself for being so impulsive. I couldn’t believe I was throwing myself at him.
I started to pull away, embarrassment tinging my cheeks red, but Ethan growled low in his chest, a warning to stay put.
My eyes snapped open, and Ethan’s heated gaze was locked on me, the warmth of his body wrapping around me like a blanket. Our breaths mingled, bodies pressed close together, but neither of us spoke.
Ethan’s hands rose, painfully slow, to cup my neck. The sparks that danced across my skin at his touch were undeniable. They always had been.
Ethan’s fingers slid under my chin, tilting my face up to meet his gaze, “Tell me what’s in your head,” he murmured, his breath warm against my lips,
