“Stop it!” I whisper yell, and when I look back toward Ethan, he’s already looking at me.
I swallow the gasp that threatens to break free from me when his eyes darken, roaming over my body. The heat from earlier turns to a roaring fire as he stares at me. My mind screams all kinds of filthy things at me, but I try to push them away.
Ethan makes no move to walk toward me, but he also doesn’t take his eyes off me as he talks with the couple. Happiness flickers in my chest, warming me up in a whole different way when he runs his eyes over my body again then smiles a genuine, relaxed smile.
“Holy moly,” Isla mutters, fanning herself. “You two should get a room. The s****l tension between you two might just suffocate me.”
The couple he’s talking to finally walks away, and I want to walk
