Page 47 of Unfolding Ethan

“Nothing like that happened, Katherine,” I said truthfully.

She looked disappointed when she turned to me. “Really? But he’s so quiet and innocent. I thought you would have tied him.”

My breath hitched in my throat.Innocent my right buttock!

The way he had kissed me last night, told me to touch myself while he watched, and gave me one of the best orgasms of my life. Not to mention, he licked, kissed, and worshipped every inch of my skin. Then we dry humped on his couch after breakfast.

Ethan Kane and innocent did not belong in the same sentence. It felt like he had turned into another person last night.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when she punched my arm, beaming at me with a wide grin on her face. “Ekkk! What happened last night? SPILL!”

“What are you talking about?”

She narrowed her eyes and stepped toward me with determination. “You have that cute fuck me look in your eyes whenever you talk or think about him. Tell me what happ—OH. . .” she gasped. “Is that a hickey?”

Katherine pushed my hair over my shoulder and before she could scream it out loud, I pushed a cookie in her mouth.

“Why don’t you say it in a mic?” I said and looked around if anyone heard her. Ryan, Carter, and Samuel were upstairs cleaning their rooms while Ethan, Rio, and Volt were outside cleaning the backyard and the pool.

Katherine’s eyes widened as she slowly ate the cookie. “Shit, that was hot, Kia. Anyway, tell me who did that beautiful work of art?”

Blood rushed my face and I quickly covered the hickey with my hair. “Ethan did it, happy? And stop yelling.”

She squealed and hugged me. I chuckled and patted her back awkwardly. “Okay, stop now. Your boobs are suffocating me.”

Katherine ignored that and grinned at me. “I am so happy! It took you eighteen fucking years to be with him. You’re both so stupid, it’s adorable.” She made a cooing noise and said, “Why don’t you go take these cookies outside? I will go check up on Ryan and tell him this news. He will be so excited!”

I blinked at her retreating figure and processed all of her words.Wait? Eighteen years? What is she talking about?

Then I remembered the conversation with my mom in the morning when Ethan left after breakfast to change.

“So, how did you sleep last night?” my mom asked, folding the clothes littered on my bed as I applied coconut oil on my arms.

I almost choked and forced my cheeks not to blush. “I slept like a baby. Why’d you ask?”

She smiled at me and I knew that she knew. I sighed and sat down beside her on my bed. “We kissed, Mama.”

“I know.”

I fidgeted with the hem of my dress and whispered, “We did more than kissed.”

I could hear her sharp intake of breath and moments later she held my hand in her soft ones. I noticed smudges of red and golden paint in her soft, nimble fingers and palm. The callouses of her finger pads from holding paint brushes every day. I loved her hands. They were as soft as baby skin.

“I hope you used protection,” she said with a stern voice.

“Mom.” I shook my head. “No, we didn’t. No. Ohmygod, Mom.No. We didn’t have sex!”

She sighed in relief. “Well, I know this is your choice, but whatever you do, use protection. If you need to talk, you know I will always be there for you, love.”

I laughed at the absurd conversation we were having, but it wasn’t very awkward because my mom always wanted me to be open with her and gave me privacy when I needed it.

“I know, Mama, I know.” I laid my head on her dainty shoulder, the smell of mild paint and linseed oil wafting to my nose. “I don’t know if he likes me like that.”

“Like what?” she asked.

“Like the way you like Dad.” I shook my head. “I know it’s hopeless and I am too young to think about it, but what if we only like each other because we are physically attracted to each other?”

My mother laughed and stroked my hair, “Oh, my sweet child, you’re thinking too much. I was a lot like you when your father and I started meeting secretly behind my parents’ back. I would wonder if he truly loved me when he went back to Delhi but then one day—”

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