Page 12 of Unfolding Ethan

That little devil!

A throaty sob escaped my lips and my arms tightened around her small waist. “I . . . I gave her everything, Kia! Why . . . why did she leave me?”

Her body moved as she heaved a sob. Kiara will start crying with you if you are crying.

I felt her fingers running through my scalp and I took a deep breath because I wanted her to do that again. “I-it’s okay, Ethan. Please don’t cry.”

Fuck, I was such a bad person. I was making her cry with me.

I sniffled and held her as an anchor, hiding my face in her stomach. “I liked her so much, Kiara,” I cried. “I considered Liam my brother.”

Heartbreak sucks!Fuck human emotions.

She made me look at her. Her face was stained with tears, her brown eyes glinting with tears as she cried with me. Her bottom lip quivered and I realized I was probably looking like a mess. A drunken mess.

Kiara smiled through her tears and I’d be fucked if I didn’t like the sight. Not her tears, but that damned smile. Her fingers were cold against my cheek when she gently wiped away my tears.

“Listen to me, Ethan,” she said. “Nobody wants to hear this, but sometimes the person you need the most is the person you’re best without.”

I blinked away the tears and whispered, “Am I . . . am I not good enough?”

Her smile dropped and her pupils dilated. She snapped.

No,literally.

She slapped me.

My head whipped to the side and pain stung on my left cheek. “What the fuck, Kiara? That fucking stings!” I rubbed my cheek, looking at her in shock and surprise.

Kiara leaned closer, cupping my cheek, and my breath hitched. As the moonlight gleamed on her from the glass door, I noticed her eyes were every shade of brown I could imagine. A raw umber and caramel mix, dotted with bits of dark chocolate.

My heart stumbled when she kept looking at me with those dark galaxies of brown and gold, drowning me in the endless pit.

“Don’t you ever say that, Ethan. Ariana should be the one regretting cheating on you with your best friend. And he’s an asshole to break your trust. She never took you seriously and took you for granted.” Her face softened. “I considered her the luckiest girl to date you, but now I take it back for going behind your back. She never noticed how kind, how loving, and how caring you are, E. Well, you do get stubborn and possessive of what you want, but other than that, you are a great person and she’s a bitch. No offense.”

She pulled away to take the beer from the coffee table and took a large swig from the bottle. I wanted to tug her back to me and feel the warmth of her petite body pressing against mine. Her skin was smooth and I wanted to know if her whole body felt so soft. I wasn’t paying attention to what she was saying because I was too busy gazing at her wet full lips.

I blinked and looked away to clear those thoughts about my best friend.What the fuck was that, man?I shuffled away from her because her scent was contagious and the musky perfume she was wearing was affecting my brain.

I decided to drink my beer and swallowed big gulps until it was empty and kept it down on the table. I wonder where she bought all these beers from. But knowing Kiara, she must have arranged it from somewhere.

She relaxed on the couch and leaned back on her elbows. I swallowed the lump in my throat when I noticed the swathe of golden skin that had appeared between the hem of her tee and the top of her shorts.

“Kiara?” I blurted out, “Can I touch your boobs?”

Oh, did I mention I was a horny drunk too? Yeah, I probably missed it when I was lost in her.

She started coughing violently and almost spluttered out the beer.Almost.

“You okay?” I asked, watching her as she nodded furiously, keeping a hand on her heart.

Taking a deep breath, she looked at me. Her face was flushed.And the bad part of me wanted to know where else she was flushed.“Ethan, you are drunk. A-and I don’t think it’d be a good idea.”

Hmm, well, if you look at that.

I turned to the black screen of the television and said, “Oh . . .”

Getting back to my senses, I faced her. “I’m sorry, Kiara. I . . . I didn’t mean that and I was being stu—”

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