Chapter 25

Ethan did not know what the hell was wrong with him. Lydia was not his type. She never had been. Too stubborn. Too soft. Too…much, and yet, here he was, haunted by the scent of her skin, the tremble in her voice, the way she looked at him. A look he did not deserve. Every cell in his body screamed to turn around, to look at her, to finish what they had started against that tree. But he would not. He could not.