Katelyn’s POV

The moment Ethan walked in and saw me standing there in his vest. I held the hair dryer in one hand, my shirt in the other, and I didn’t know what to do or say.

For a second, we just stared at each other, both caught off guard by the simple fact of sharing this space again, late at night, the city lights glowing through the window, the apartment quiet except for the hum of the dryer.

Ethan’s eyes moved over me, first to the vest, then to my bare arms, then lower. He had ...