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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
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67 Chs

21. Two Hours of Pleasure

21. Two Hours of Pleasure

Ethan

“So are you guys dating?”

My hand squeezed Kiara’s underneath the table when Jake looked between us, my jaw clenching. When Kiara received a call from him yesterday, she decided that it would be a good idea to talk it out with him. Kiara wanted me beside her and I couldn’t refuse.

“Why would it matter to you?” I said, my voice cold and clipped.

His blue eyes softened. “You’re right, it shouldn’t. I . . . I wanted to apologize for acting like a jerk that day, Kiara. For not telling you about Ben or Stacy.”

The waiter interrupted us yet again for the umpteenth time asking if we needed any more water or wine. I should’ve known meeting him at a restaurant for lunch was a bad idea. I was sure the waiter wanted nothing more but the latest gossip. Looks like all three of us are going to be in tomorrow’s celebrity headlines.