I was lost in the way he was kissing me. I felt frozen in time, and the only thing I was aware of was how he was touching me—how he was holding me. He was impacting me more than I could understand; but I wanted it all. Time had stopped in that moment, and, for once, I never wanted it to start again.

I wasn’t sure how I got into the room; Ethan’s hands roaming my body captured all my attention. His fingers worked at the zipper on my dress as my hands pulled his jacket from his body. Our ...