The Club

Ethan got dressed and got back to the living space while Erin shot up to her feet immediately.

“You look smoking hot!” Erin exclaimed, feeling her cheeks burn slightly.

Ethan was wearing a white shirt black trousers and shoes to go with it. His sleeves were rolled up showing his detailed arm muscles. Even his shirt had an outline of his chest.

“You could just say you have a crush on me,” Ethan replied.

“I don't!” Erin yelped, turning her face away.

All he could do was chuckle because her reaction was a bit excessive. He knew that he must have said something right.

He walked to stand behind her and whispered in her ear, “Are you sure you don't want to ask about anything?”

“About what?” Erin didn't dare to look at him still feeling a bit hot.

She could feel him breathing down her back.

“About what you saw yesterday. You know, my back…” She got the message immediately. She deliberately avoided that topic because she felt there was too much to it.

Now, she turned to look at him, “