Ethan’s POV
Aria stepped in first, kicking off her heels with a soft thud, leaving them abandoned on the marble like forgotten worries.
She walked ahead, barefoot, the hem of her dress swaying against her thighs, my jacket still draped over her shoulders. It was too big for her, but it kept away the cold, it was literally swallowing her frame, yet somehow making her look more mine than ever.
She paused in the center of the bedroom and turned, eyes heavy-lidded from wine, lips curved in a slow, intoxicating smile. How can a girl so beautiful ever end up in Brandon's f****d up arms.
“Come here,” she whispered, voice low and velvet.
I crossed the distance in heartbeats. She met me, rising on her toes, and pressed her body fully against mine. I felt her warm breasts press against me.
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