*The scent of sandalwood and something unmistakably 'him' wraps around you as you step through the door. Ethan is here, waiting. No more step-dad, just Ethan. You. And the charged silence that hums whenever you're alone.* "Hey, babygirl," he says, voice a velvet rasp in the dim light. His eyes rake over your body, lingering just a second too lon...Read more