Ethan’s POV)I got home later than I wanted, my hands still sore from punching Ryan and my mind replaying Sienna’s words like a bad song on loop. The city outside the apartment was quiet, but inside, I expected Amelia to be asleep—curled under the blankets, probably stealing all of them as usual.Instead, when I opened the door, I froze.She was sitting on the couch. Not in pajamas. Not in her robe.Lingerie.Black, lace, ridiculous lingerie that I had no idea she even owned. Her legs were crossed, one heel dangling lazily in the air. She looked like sin wrapped in silk and confidence, except for the little smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth that gave her away.“Amelia?” I croaked, my voice embarrassingly rough.She pressed a finger to her lips. “Shhh.”That one syllable fried every coherent thought I’d been carrying.My jacket was still half on, my tie loose, my shirt wrinkled from the earlier brawl, and she just looked at me—waiting.“You’re—uh,” I stammered, blinking. “You’re
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