CHAPTER 3 — CROSSING THE LINEI didn’t knock.The door to Ethan’s room was already cracked open like an invitation I couldn’t refuse. My heart hammered against my ribs as I pushed it wider and stepped inside. The room smelled like him — clean sweat, faint cologne, and the unmistakable musk of arousal still lingering from earlier.Ethan was on his bed, propped against the headboard in nothing but black boxer briefs, the outline of his hard cock obvious. His green eyes darkened the second they landed on me.“Took you long enough,” he said, voice low and rough. A smirk played on his lips, but there was hunger there. Raw, impatient hunger.I closed the door behind me. The click sounded final. Irreversible.“I shouldn’t be here,” I whispered, even as I walked toward the bed.Ethan sat up, reaching for me. His hand wrapped around my wrist and yanked me onto the mattress. I landed on top of him, straddling his hips, our cocks pressing together through thin fabric.“Yeah, you should,” he grow
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