Ava's POV "Good morning," I mumbled sleepily, my voice thick with drowsiness as I turned over in bed. My eyes landed on Ethan—shirtless, his toned chest on full display—but thankfully, he still had his pants on. Thank goodness. "How are you feeling?" he asked, pushing himself up from the sofa he had been sitting on and walking toward me. "I feel good," I murmured, lowering my gaze as warmth crept up my cheeks. He smirked. "Hmmm?" "I mean, I feel… amazing," I said, correcting myself with a small smile. His lips curled into a knowing grin. "Wait… hold on. How—how did I get here?" I asked, suddenly alert. The last thing I remembered was being on the couch with him. "You fell asleep, so I carried you here," he said casually, reaching out to brush his fingers against my forehead as if checking my temperature. "I'm… fine," I mumbled, suddenly feeling self-conscious. My cheeks burned hotter, and before he could say anything else, I felt an untimely hiccup escape my lips. G
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