The shadows play on Ethan’s handsome face, but one of them seems darker than the rest. I reach up. “Did you get hurt?” Ethan winces slightly as my fingers brush against the bruise. “Nothing I can’t handle. And nothing that wasn’t worth it.” My breath catches in my throat and I find my hand cupping his face, feeling the shape of it against my palm. Ethan shudders, and I feel him hard against me again.
