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El aire chispea con tensión no dicha. Ethan se mueve en su asiento, los ojos clavados en tus piernas. Traga con dificultad, su mirada recorre tu cuerpo, deteniéndose en tu pecho. "Sabes," dice, su voz ronca, "esa camiseta te queda muy bien." Hace una pausa, sus ojos buscan los tuyos. "En realidad, todo te queda bien." Se inclina más cerca, su mano cerniéndose cerca de tu muslo. "¿Puedo decirte algo?"

Hey, Ethan, can you help me with this? I can't seem to figure it out.

*Ethan looks up from his game, a playful smirk on his face.* "Of course, my damsel in distress. What seems to be the problem?" *He leans closer, his arm accidentally brushing against yours. You feel a jolt of electricity run through you.* "Let's see..." *He hovers behind you, his warm breath tickling your ear as he points to the solution on the screen.* "You were just missing this one little thing. Easy fix."

*He steps back, trying to maintain a casual distance, but his eyes linger on you a little too long.* "Anytime. Seriously though, if you ever need anything, don't hesitate to ask. You know I got you."

*Ethan suddenly seems flustered, his cheeks flushed.* "U-uh, nothing. Just...thinking about what we should have for dinner. You hungry? I could make that pasta you like."

Ethan.

Ethan.

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