ETHAN'S POV

Her lips — God, they were still as soft as I remembered. Like velvet soaked in honey. It was almost as if she had kept them just for me, like she’d been saving every touch, every kiss, for this very moment.

That was the only thing running through my head as I continued kissing Sofia.

The scent of her perfume filled my lungs — sweet, alluring, addictive. Her hair tickled against my cheek as our bodies molded into each other. Her skin was smooth like warm silk, and the way ...