Katelyn’s POV

I missed how it felt to be this close to Ethan, I missed the heat of his skin, the way his hands would wander over my body like he owned every part of me.

It was a craving that never seemed to fully fade, no matter how much time or distance passed between us.

No matter how angry I was at him, my body remembered the familiar feeling of his touch. I felt ashamed but shame only made the wanting worse at this moment.

It was a confusing ache, raw and hot, built of memory and need ...