Page 30 of Unfolding Ethan

“I’m sorry if I was being rude,” I heard the familiar voice and sighed when he entered the kitchen.

I shrugged at Carter, sipping on my beer, but when his eyes raked over my body, he didn’t look guilty. He ran a hand through his hair and said, “A girl like you shouldn’t be alone . . .”

The cold buzz of the beer left a tingle in my throat when I raised my eyebrow. “Where do you think I should be?”

I would definitely regret flirting with Ryan’s best friend tomorrow morning, but fuck it, I was drunk and horny. And my best friend was giggling with two girls.

His lips twitched when he leaned closer, keeping his arms on either side of my body. I held my breath when he came dangerously close and whispered in my ear, “You should be lying naked on my bed. Withme.”

A soft chuckle escaped my lips when he pulled away, confusion written on his face. I shook my head. “Come on, Carter. I thought you could do better than that.” I poked his chest. “I’m disappointed. Give me a better reason for not sitting here all alone with a beer in my hand and sex on my mind.”

I had zero filters when I was drunk.Or not.

His eyes lit up and he smirked. “I won’t give you the reason—”

“No?”

“No. Instead”—he parted my legs and stepped closer, his knuckles brushing over the bare skin on my waist—“I can show you.”

I took a shuddering breath and licked my lips, the tang of beer fresh on my tongue and lips.Do I really want to kiss him? Sleep with him and possibly lose my virginity to Ryan’s best friend?

While I pondered over my decisions, Carter kept his hands to himself, waiting for me to either agree or disagree with him. I was thankful for that.

“Kindly step away from her.”

In my drunken haze, I snapped, “Fuck off.”

“You’ve had enough, Kiara.”

“What the hell, man! I am talking to her—”

My head swirled when someone took me in their arms.Or is it the world?

“What the fuck banc—oh, it’s you.” I giggled and covered my mouth when Ethan’s arms tightened around my knees, keeping me close to him. I almost cursed him in my mother tongue.Sorry, ma.

I stayed quiet and admired his face shamelessly. I noticed how stubble peppered his sharp jaw, his stern full lips that had kissed me moments ago and how badly I wanted to feel them against me. Again and again. All over my body. I shivered and licked my lips. The illuminating light fell on his angelic face and devilish eyes. The blue was angry like a storm brewing in the ocean while green looked like a moss dark forest. His hair was sleeked back, but it looked tousled as if he had raked his hand through his hair a lot and with each angry step he took, the strand on his face fell low on his forehead.

Without thinking I raised my hand to push it back when the sexy jerk slammed the door shut and pushed me back on the door.

I glared at him when the room swirled around me. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“What the fuck were you thinking?” he growled, slamming his hands on either side of my face. My breath hitched in my throat when I saw a vein pop on his neck as he leaned closer, his warm breath fanning over my neck.

Now, this would have been followed by an angry, lip bruising kiss and sex like those lemon books I used to read.

But it was me, so obviously I tripped on air while standing.Why did I decide to wear heels again?

Ethan caught me, anger vanishing from his voice as he said, “Sorry, I forgot how clumsy you are.”

Clutching his T-shirt, I forced my brain to focus on standing on my own legs rather than lean closer on the man in front of me even though he smelled divine.

I felt his fingers brush away my hair and he whispered, “Hey, are you all right? We can go home.”

I looked at him and wondered how anyone could be cute and sexy at the same time.

“You,” I said, glancing at his lips for a second.

“What?”

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