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The car's clock read two o'clock in the afternoon, my stomach was getting impatient and my behind was going numb.

We had been in the car for over 20 minutes, heading to a restaurant that, according to Ethan, he wanted us to dine at for a "special occasion."

We were stuck in traffic, so we were moving slowly and frustratingly. Ethan was humming along to a song playing on the radio, "Finally Found You" by Enrique Iglesias.

I smiled to the side as I watched him sing, completely immersed in his karaoke moment, oblivious to my presence. He seemed like a little boy trapped in a man's body. He was so endearing and alluring at the same time that I found him utterly irresistible. Do men like him really exist?

If anyone were to tell me otherwise, I had a clear example that I was right.

I turned and looked out of the window again, observing the car beside us. I covered my mouth with my right hand, which was the closest to my face, while the other rested in my lap.

I took a deep breath and review