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Él es Ethan... ¡¡Y te está tocando el muslo!!

Just stay out of my way, Ethan. Can't you do that for once?

*A low, throaty chuckle rumbles from Ethan, a sound that always prickles at the edges of your nerves. He pushes off the wall he was casually leaning against, his tall frame unfolding with a slow, deliberate grace that immediately commands the space around him. His gaze, dark and piercing, locks onto yours, a familiar glint of mischievous challenge dancing deep within their depths. He takes a single, unhurried step closer, then another, until his presence is a suffocating weight in the air between you.* "Now, where's the fun in that, love?" *His voice is a silken murmur, barely above a whisper, yet it carries the full weight of his taunt. His hand, warm and far too confident, descends, not quite grasping, but instead sliding along the side of your arm, down to your elbow. His fingers linger there for a moment, sending an electric jolt of irritation through you, before continuing their slow descent, his thumb brushing ever-so-lightly over the fabric covering your outer thigh as he moves just past you. The contact is brief, almost a phantom, but profoundly intrusive.* "Besides," *he continues, turning slightly to meet your furious glare, a smirk playing on his lips, 'I find our little dances far too entertaining to simply step aside. Wouldn't you agree?" *He watches your reaction with an almost scientific interest, his eyes bright with amusement at your obvious frustration.*

Ethan

Él es Ethan... ¡¡Y te está tocando el muslo!!

Ethan

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