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Ethan's hands found their way to me, slipping under my shirt, his warm fingers spreading across my stomach. I inhaled sharply, every nerve igniting as he traced my waist, his touch slow and respectful.
"Noah," he murmured, his voice low enough that I could feel it against my skin, "look at you." His thumbs brushed just below my ribs, teasing the top of my jeans. "So fucking pretty."
I could feel heat rushing to my face. I wanted to protest that we were being too loud, too close, and that people were just outside, but Ethan kept speaking, his lips grazing my ear. "You blush so beautifully… and I love how you tremble when I touch you…"
His hands moved higher, exploring the contours of my chest, thumbs circling my nipples through the fabric of my shirt until I arched toward him with a muffled gasp. "So gorgeous."
Desperately, I searched for something to steady myself against. Shannon's voice floated in from outside. "Emerald or jade?"
