Chapter 73

"I can handle that myself," I told Ethan, sitting up from the pale couch in the gym's lounge. After spending some much-needed time together, I was eager to head home and take a long shower. The sweat had started to dry on my skin, and I felt a pleasant soreness between my legs. Ethan found a washcloth and began running it under cold water at the sink. Occasionally, his eyes darted over to where I lay—completely undressed and surprisingly unabashed on the couch.