Ethel's POV
I could not sleep.
My body was exhausted from practice, from the visions, from everything that had happened today, but my mind would not shut off. I kept replaying the moment Tavian's lips touched mine during that photo session.
The way his hand had felt against my skin. The heat that had flooded my body and made me want things I had no business wanting.
I turned over in bed for the hundredth time and stared at the ceiling. The penthouse was quiet. Too quiet. My thoughts were too l
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