Page 6 of My Ex's Best Friend

I groan.

Why is she doing this? Does she know how much it kills me to try and resist her like this when all I want is to have her for myself forever and never let her go?

Her alluring rose perfume is not making things any easier for me. Kiera always smells sweet, like the first flower of spring. I noticed it the first time I hugged her. And when I first realized I wanted her to be mine. That was seven years ago. An eternity.

And now she’s finally giving me what I have always wanted. It doesn’t matter how fucked up the entire situation is.

“Please,” she says. “I want this. I need it.”

How long have I fantasized about this very moment? How many times have I thought about telling her that she deserves better than someone like Chris?

A noise comes from right down the hallway.

I may be drunk, but I know what it will look like if someone sees us here like this.

“Kiera, there’s something I need to tell you—”

She shakes her head.

Standing up on her tiptoes, she wraps her arms around me.

And she kisses me.

The moment her lips touch mine, I know there’s no coming back from this.

Without thinking, I wrap my arms around her, deepening the kiss as I guide her into the nearest room, which turns out to be mine. When we are inside, the door swings shut behind us with a soft click, isolating us from the world outside.

Kiera stumbles slightly as I press her against the wall.

I tighten my grip on her waist, my body pressed against hers.

The rise and fall of her chest and the heat emanating from her skin make me crazy, and the air between us crackles.

Her eyes widen, and there’s a subtle undercurrent of something – a mix of uncertainty and anticipation.

Her warmth seeps through the thin fabric of our clothes, a sensation that sends a shiver down my spine, all the way down to my cock.

Good lord, I’m harder by the second, just by having her here in my arms. And all we’ve done is kiss once. Our first kiss.

Blood pounds through my ears.

All these years of dreaming of this moment, I never thought I’d ever be here. She’s my best friend, and I never wanted to make her uncomfortable, never dared to share my true feelings with her because I was afraid she’d reject me and pull away from me.

I prefer to have her as a friend but keep her in my life than not have her at all. And never once did it ever occur to me she might want me back.

I put a hand on her cheek, and her eyes close. I become acutely aware of the delicate fragrance of her hair and the softness of her skin against my chest.

Her wavy strawberry-blonde hair cascades down her shoulder, her cupid-shaped lips pucker slightly, her pupils dilate as she continues to breathe sharply, matching my erratic rhythm.

Night and day, I dream of her. I curse myself that I let Chris have her. I die a little every time I see them together.

I don’t know who leans in first. But one second, we’re apart, and the next second, we’re kissing again.

The taste of alcohol lingers on her lips, and the kiss is a little sloppy and uncoordinated. My arms instinctively go around her, pulling her closer.

Kiera's fingers find their way into my hair and tug at it.

At this point, my erection is almost painful. I push it against her, and Kiera gasps.

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