It’s embarrassing.
It’s everything.
Because it’s messy and real and raw andwanted.
And God help me?—
I want that.
Not Ethan.
Not specifically.
Just—
That.
That kind of hunger.
That kind of heat.
That kind ofcan’t-keep-your-hands-off-each-otherenergy.
I press my back into the bench, gripping my drink like a lifeline, praying they don’t turn around and catch me sitting here like some creep. My own nipples harden. My thighs tingle.
It’s been way too long since I had good, hot sex.
I just stay still.
Silent.
Dying.
Trapped in the shadows.
Watching.
While my heart breaks a little and races a little and does things it absolutely has no business doing.
And I realize this night is officially too much.
Way too much.
They finally break apart when someone whistles.
“Yo! You guys gonna find a room or what?”
A couple smokers laugh.
Then a bouncer steps out the back door, hands up like he’s diffusing a hostage situation. “Whoa, whoa—guys. You’re giving our security guy a heart attack out here.”
He points up.
There’s a camera mounted under the eave.
Red light blinking.
Ethan and Sage both freeze.
