Katelyn’s POV

The moment I caught Scarlett watching, I turned slightly and let my voice float back, light and casual. “Ethan, can you help me with the buttons?”

I could’ve done it myself. Easily.

But where was the fun in that?

I moved just enough to invite him in. I didn’t explain.

Just stood there, spine straight, lips barely curved.

He took the bait.

The air shifted the moment he reached for the collar of my dress.

His fingers brushed the fabric near my chest, warm and unhurried, ...