Ethan’s POV

I hadn’t realized how far I’d gone until she pushed me.

One moment, I was tracing her skin, touching her like it still belonged to me.

The next, Katelyn’s hands were against my chest, firm, shaking, her voice catching in her throat. And I knew I’d crossed a line.

Even now, back in the quiet of my car, my hands gripping the wheel tighter than necessary, the memory played on repeat.

The way her breath hitched, the way her eyes searched mine with a mix of anger and ...