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“It’s not a big deal.” Oh yes it fucking is. How can she think it isn’t?

“Yeah, Liv, it is.”

Chapter 13

Olivia

“What’ssomething you claim you don’t like but you lie through your teeth.”

“Chicharrones,” I say.

“What’s that?”

“Pork rinds.”

He laughs at me. “Are you kidding?”

“No, I’m not kidding. They’re freaking delicious! You’re missing out if you’ve never had them. Especially the spicy ones with a cold beer. They’re orgasmic.”

“I don’t even know what to do with that. Orgasmic, huh? That’s a pretty serious love for fried pork skin you’ve got there.”

“One time I was watching a show and there was a guy who makes them and I swear I was about a minute away from looking up his restaurant and planning a vacation around visiting it.”

“And you sayI’mthe dork,” he jokes. “I’ve never had them before.”

“No way! You have to! They get this bad rap, for real, but they’re not bad.”

“Not bad? You just swore they’re orgasm inducing.”

“And,” I go on, ignoring him, “people have been using them as breading if they do the low-carb thing for chicken or pork or something if they’re way healthier than… you know, me. Because it’s obvious by my fluffy tummy.”

“Don’t bad mouth that tummy of yours. I love it.”

“Well, you definitely have a sexier stomach than I do.”

“Wrong. I want to kiss every inch of your stomach. And when we finally see each other again, I have full intentions of doing just that.”

“Ethan,” I say, breathlessly. I miss his touch and I’m not sure how much longer I can go without it.

“What? I can’t help it. I’m getting hard just thinking about running my tongue along your soft skin. I wouldn’t be able to stop at your stomach. I’d spread you apart, not being able to resist getting another taste of you. So good. So sweet. Fuck, Liv, my mouth is watering just thinking about it.”

Moaning, I slide my palm along the skin he’s talking about. Heat blooms and my mouth goes dry, remembering the last time we were together when he looked up at me from his place between my legs.

“What about you?” I manage to ask.

His voice is husky when he asks, “Huh?”

He’s panting, too, and I wonder if he’s as turned on as I am just at the thought of us being together again.

“Your question. What’s something you’re embarrassed to like?”

“Chris Hemsworth.”

“You’re embarrassed to like Chris Hemsworth? What kind of like are we talking, here?”

“It’s not like I’m about to swing the other way for the guy but he’s a sexy beast.”

I nod, totally understanding what he means. “It’s the hammer. And his abs. And his face. Definitely his face. And the accent.”

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