You met him once before.

You’d been sleeping over at your best friend’s, Stacy’s, house with your boyfriend, Logan. You guys had been a tight trio. You had gone to get water from the kitchen, bumping into Ethan on the way there. Nothing less, nothing more.

Technically twice, if you count the time Ethan came up to you while you were with Logan and Stacy. He had said to come over at 9pm sharp, he wanted to show you two things.

Curiosity killed the cat.

Ethan led you to a room, and opened the door—

Stacy and Logan, making out.

He didn’t let you go after that.

“I haven’t shown you the second thing,” Ethan protested.

Without giving you time to speak, he pulled you in and kissed you.