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I didn’t know what I was thinking, agreeing to meet him in the first place. Somehow, I’d gotten the impression he was serious about me. Like I wouldn’t just be another notch on his belt, discarded the next day, leaving me to grapple with the biggest sexual crisis of my life. Charlotte was right—he was too damn charming. I got swept away, believing he meant everything he said. I thought the way he looked at me meant something. I was such a naive idiot.
serious,” he said, his breath warm against my cheek. “I’m so attracted to you. You have no idea what you do to me, Ethan. I didn’t stop chasing you because I was bored. I’m not supposed to have you, but I want you. I’ve been dying to get my hands on you since we first met. I’ve been dying to fuck you, and I can’t stop thinking about it. About you.”
I chuckled, but my smile faded as I stared at his words. Henry was right about one thing—Ethan had shifted the balance. Somehow, without even trying, he was calling the shots. And I was letting him. That part was new.
Sebastian tasted of cigarettes and whiskey—a potent, intoxicating mix that overwhelmed my senses. This shouldn’t have felt as good as it did. Maybe it was the buildup, the forbidden allure, or just him. Whatever the reason, this kiss outshone anything I’d ever known.
Kissing Ethan was like kissing fire—wild, untamed, consuming. He didn’t hesitate or hold back.
Ethan pushed back, and I found myself hungry for more every time he did. From the outside, you’d see a polite, well-mannered young man. But beneath the surface, his personality rippled, restless and ready to wreak havoc. It was exhilarating—and utterly addictive.
As I drifted off, I couldn’t help but think our time together might not feel like enough, but it had to be. We weren’t compatible. Ethan and I were destined to fail because, in the end, we’d both be fighting for the same role. Right now, his inexperience worked in our favor. But once he figured himself out, he wouldn’t need me anymore. He would eventually outgrow me.
As I held him, my thoughts churned. I was so far out of my comfort zone. I had no idea how to handle Ethan. He didn’t follow any rules, and he didn’t let me lead like I was supposed to.
Watching him—seeing the way he moved, hearing my name moaned from his lips as he surrendered to the pleasure surging through him—I was struck all over again by just how much Ethan was like fire. He consumed every inch of me, claimed everything he touched until it was irrevocably his. I couldn’t control him. He would never allow it. And I found myself caring less and less about trying.
