Ethan stood wearing only black boxer briefs, his sculpted physique on full display.

The defined ridges of his abs gleamed like honey under the light, utterly mesmerizing.

Jenna stared at his torso, her mind drifting to forbidden places.

She remembered those late-night movies she'd secretly watched under the covers.

Despite watching several, her lack of real-world experience left her imagination wanting.

Her gaze involuntarily traveled lower, and her cheeks suddenly burned.

With a body like that, the experience must be incredible.

Ethan emerged from the closet in pajamas to find Jenna grinning at the ceiling.

Her flushed face and dazed eyes betrayed her scandalous thoughts.

"What's on your mind?" He snapped his fingers before her eyes.

Jenna startled, meeting his knowing smirk. Panic set in.

"N-nothing!"

Ethan crossed his arms, looking down at her. "That blush says otherwise."

She nearly choked on her own saliva.

How did he read her so easily?

Rolling away, she faced the wall. "I'm going to sleep!"

His low chuckle followed him out. When he returned from a phone call, Jenna was still scrolling on her phone.

The moment he lay down, she flinched away like a startled rabbit.

"Running?" His long arm hooked around her waist, pulling her flush against him.

Her back pressed to his chest, every contour unmistakable through the thin fabric.

"Let me go!" Her voice trembled.

Ethan's breath tickled her ear. "Why so jumpy?"

"I'll sleep on the couch!" She squirmed.

His arm tightened. "Keep wriggling. See what happens."

Jenna froze instantly.

Then the world spun as he pinned her beneath him.