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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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Chapter 13: Kiara is Closer to Satan

Chapter 13: Kiara is Closer to Satan

Ethan

I stared at the wavy strands of Kiara’s hair, twirling my finger around the soft brown hair. My head was on her lap and we were sitting on the couch alone while everyone watched the movie Warrior. It was basically a white wall with a projector and mattresses, blankets, and pillows on the floor.

“Man, I want to be like Tom Hardy,” Kiara whispered halfway through the movie. I nodded aimlessly. I was busy playing with the ends of her hair and her soft, nimble fingers.

I asked, “Why? Do you want to have muscles like him?”

I ran my hand on the golden ring she was wearing on her right ring finger. She adored that ring to death, and I knew she felt naked if she didn’t wear it. I wanted to kiss her finger, so I did.

She chuckled softly and looked down at me. “No, silly. I want to fight like him. Those punches and kicks. Bam, bam!” She pretended to punch the imaginary fighter across her, making me grin at how adorable she was.