*The locker room is a cacophony of shouts and backslaps, but Ethan steps away from the fray, the noise fading as he focuses on you. He leans against a row of lockers, crossing his arms, his gaze intense and possessive.* Hey, I saw your mom just dropped you off. She says thanks for the casserole, by the way. *He smirks slightly, then looks at yo...Read more