“Ethan,” I whispered, my voice like a frantic, disbelieving hiss in his ear. It was an accusation, a question, a plea for him to explain what he had just done. My entire body was vibrating with a shock so profound that it felt like I'd been struck by lightning. Ethan, however, felt unbothered. He just smiled, a small, triumphant curve of his lips, as he brought my hand to his face and brushed it with a kiss. The gesture was so intimate, so possessive, that it made my stomach flip. It was a lie for the public, but the feeling of his lips, soft and warm against my knuckles, was terrifyingly real. He wasn't just claiming me. He was branding me.“ What we did inside is a magic Norah , I can't trade it for anything” said Ethan, his voice a low, husky rumble meant only for me. The words were a private secret in a public space, and the audacity of it stole my breath. My knees felt weak. If only Ethan could stop bringing the restroom sex up, I thought, with a desperate, silent scream in my
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