Chapter Seven
Blanca
Ethan is either a serial dater or he’s taken classes on how to charm a woman because I’ve never felt more listened to, more understood, more wanted—and he hasn’t even laid a single finger on me. I think he’s trying to mask it but the desire in his eyes makes my skin burn. The way his gaze holds mine while I’m talking. His eyes soften when I talk about my family, roll when I talk about my evil ex-boss, and light up when I make a corny joke. He’d win me over with all of that, but it’s his eyes when I’m not speaking that have me ready to pull him into an alley and kiss him senseless.
“Have you been to Scrumtuals yet?” he asks.
“Scrumtuals?” I scrunch my forehead. What a weird name.
He chuckles. “It’s not s****l. Well, unless chocolate makes you…” His words trail off
