webnovel

The Unfolding Duet

He shouldn’t have imagined her lying naked on his bed. She shouldn’t have imagined his devilishly handsome face between her legs. But it was too late. Kiara and Ethan had been best friends since they were children. They'd shared everything in their eighteen years together except romance. But that all changed at the beginning of their senior year. Kiara began noticing Ethan's washboard abs when he hopped out of the pool dripping wet after swim practice. Ethan began gazing at Kiara’s golden skin in a bikini as a grown woman instead of the girl next door he grew up with. That kiss should have never happened. It was just one moment in a lifetime of moments, but they both felt its power. They knew the thrumming in their veins and desperation in their bodies might give them all they ever wanted or ruin everything if they followed it. Kiara and Ethan knew they should have never kissed. But it's too late to take that choice back, so they have a new one to make. Fall for each other and risk their friendship or try to forget one little kiss that might change everything. PREVIEW: “If you don’t want to kiss me then . . . let’s swim.” “Yeah, sure.” “Naked.” “What?” “I always wanted to try skinny dipping.” I pursed my lips and said, “And I really want to get out of these clothes.” He said, “What if someone catches you . . . me, both?” “Come on, Ethan. Don’t be a chicken . . .” “Fine.” His voice was rough when he said, “Remove that sweater first.” I raised my eyebrow at the sudden change in his demeanour. Ethan said, “You have an extra piece of clothing than me.” I grinned. “Who said I was wearing any underwear?”

Mahi · Urbano
Classificações insuficientes
67 Chs

14. I Punished Her

14. I Punished Her

Ethan

Walking out of Kiara’s room while she hid under the covers must be one of the hardest things I had ever done. I had known something was off when she stared at me with her golden wide eyes. She was pulling away and I could see that. But hearing what she wanted from me gave me a cold shower of reality that we were doing this for a baby. Her baby. All I was meant to do was put a baby inside her and move on.

I clenched my fists, turning the shower to cold. I didn’t know why I thought she was opening up to me. All her flirty eyes, secretive smiles meant nothing now. It wasn’t even her fault for saying the truth to me. We both had been clear about our needs from before. I get to play with her body, and she gets to have a baby. Simple as that.

Then why does my chest feel hollow?