Some things, once they begin, are even harder to suppress.
That accidental kiss was like flipping a switch. It had given him a taste, and now he craved more, thinking of it day and night, dreaming of it every time he closed his eyes.
In the end, Ethan Quinn fled in a panic. He stumbled back to his room, panting heavily for a moment before jumping into a cold shower.
Back in his bed, Ethan Quinn tossed and turned, unable to sleep. He nearly got up to go to the guest room several times but managed to restrain himself in the end.
Finally, Ethan Quinn turned his head toward the thin blanket she had left behind. He reached out, pulled it to him, and closed his eyes, hugging it tightly.
The blanket carried her familiar scent.
He didn't know when he finally fell asleep, only that he was gently roused by the familiar aroma of cooking congee.
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