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 · Thành phố
Không đủ số lượng người đọc
67 Chs

Epilogue

Epilogue

Ethan

“Daddy!”

“Hmm.”

“Dadddddddddddyyyy, wake up.”

I shook my head and grumbled, “I don’t want to, Bella.”

“No. Bad Daddy!”

A small smile tugged my lips hearing the scream of my little demon. She learned that from her gorgeous mama. I opened my eyes and saw one of the most beautiful grins, even if it was missing one front tooth.

“Morning, Daddy!” She jumped on my chest, her small arms wrapping around my neck.

I sat up and cradled her small body to my chest, her pink pajamas smelling like coconut and candies. “Good morning, cupcake,” I mumbled when she kissed my cheek.

Her wild brown hair was in a mess. Her mother or I was going to have a field day with it. Whoever caught her first.

“Do you know what day it is, Daddy?” she asked cheekily, a small dimple poking her left cheek and her beautiful mismatched eyes blinking up at me.