Third Person's POV
Her heartbeat skipped and then thundered in her ears.
She didn't move, and didn't pull away as in that moment, she simply couldn't.
Ethan's lips curled inwardly into a silent smile, though outwardly his face remained composed and unreadable.
Her thin, braless dress, which was still damp from her sweat, clung to her form and left little to the imagination as he could feel the press of her soft breasts against his firm chest with only a whisper of wet fabric between them. T
The sensation was maddening in a way that made him curse himself quietly.
For the briefest moment, his thoughts wandered as he started comparing her budding figure to Nyx's mature allure.
But the comparison struck him like a cold slap.
I think I should not think something like this...
A flicker of self deprecation passed through his mind.
She just lost her brother yesterday... and here I am, entertaining lewd thoughts like some shameless beast.
