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Charlotte wasn't just beautiful—she was *dangerous.*

Soft in all the right places, dangerous in all the wrong ways, she moved through life like a slow, sensual storm, pulling people into her orbit without ever lifting a finger. Ethan was supposed to be immune—too young, too stubborn, too focused on his future. But one look at her thick, inviting body wrapped in those fitted dresses, one innocent brush of her soft, pillowy chest against him—and his mind unraveled.

It started innocently enough. Quick smiles, longer conversations, lingering looks.

Charlotte's voice, low and teasing, seemed to drip with secrets Ethan hadn't even learned yet.

She touched his arm a little too long when she laughed.

Bent just a little too far when reaching for something.

And somehow, he kept finding reasons to be near her—until he couldn't tell if it was his mind or body pulling him in.

One night, it all came to a head.

The softness he'd only dared to imagine was suddenly right there... overflowing into his hands, smothering his senses, drowning every last bit of self-control he thought he had.

There was no going back after that.

And honestly, neither of them wanted to.