The lights in Ethan’s apartment were dim, the air filled with music that hummed low from a speaker on the counter. Ethan leaned against the counter, wine glass in hand, his smile easy and deliberate.Across from him sat a girl with soft eyes, pink lips and a laugh that came out in nervous bursts whenever he spoke.“Relax,” Ethan said, his voice smooth. “You look like you’re about to run.”The girl laughed again, shaking her head. “No, it’s just you’re… intimidating.”He tilted his head, pretending to think about that. “Is that bad?”“I didn’t say that,” she said, her cheeks flushing.Ethan grinned, stepping closer. The way he moved made her breath stutter. He placed the glass down and brushed his thumb over her wrist.“You have no reason to be nervous,” he said softly. “I don’t bite.”Her heart jumped beneath his touch. “You’re lying.”“Maybe,” he said, his voice dropping lower. “Maybe not.”She laughed again, quieter this time. He leaned closer, until his breath rested over her c
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