Isabella’s POV

“Aren’t you coming inside?” I asked when I turned to see Ethan standing at the threshold of my room. I was once again struck by how handsome he was. The way he wore his raw masculinity so confidently stirred a deep response in my feminine core.

“I want to,” he said gruffly, his hands fisting at his sides as if he were trying to hold himself back. His conflicted tone was so at odds with the mesmerizing look in his eyes— the dark ...