Ethan’s POV

Seven minutes.

That was all it took to ruin every boundary I’d spent a year pretending to care about.

I should’ve walked away the second that door opened.

But the way Ivy looked at me when we stepped out—lips flushed, chest rising like she couldn’t breathe without me—it was all the permission I needed.

I didn’t care that people were watching. I didn’t care that her best friend stared at us with wide, knowing eyes.

I wanted her again. Properly. No ...