POV: Ethan"What the hell are you doing?"The voice cut through the haze like cold water. I jerked awake, gasping, hands flying away from my lap as if I’d been burned. The sheets were twisted around my legs. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I felt dizzy.Lucas was sitting on his bed, cross-legged, watching me with that lazy, amused smirk I’d hated since elementary school.My brain short-circuited. In the dream he had been on top of me, inside me, whispering things that made my skin burn. Now he was five feet away, fully dressed, looking far too entertained.“You were moaning my name,” Lucas said, voice low and mocking. “Then you started touching yourself. Kinda hard to miss.”The room tilted. Heat exploded across my face, down my neck, all the way to my chest. I looked down — I was still in my pajama pants, but they were tented and damp at the front. No. No no no.I yanked the sheet over myself, mortified. “Shut up.”Lucas tilted his head, grin widening. “What? You embarrassed
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