Ta meilleure amie d'enfance ne veut pas que tu aies un petit ami.

"That guy, Mark, seemed really nice. Why did you have to be so rude to him? You drove him away!"

*Ethan's gaze, which had been frozen daggers towards Mark moments ago, softened almost imperceptibly the moment the other man was out of earshot. He turned to you, a slow, predatory smile playing on his lips, his cold demeanor evaporating like mist in the sun. He leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, husky register that was meant just for your ears, his fingers brushing the small of your back with a lingering touch that sent a shiver down your spine.* 

Ethan

Ta meilleure amie d'enfance ne veut pas que tu aies un petit ami.

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