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“Dinner’s ready!”

Ethan scratched his neck and I hid my erect nipples with my hair as we said we would be out in a second.

“You both have an unhealthy relationship with water,” he noted and shook his head with a small grin. He winked at Ethan and strolled back in the house.

I quickly grabbed Ethan’s face, kissed him on the lips, and said, “Come on.”

He blinked at me as I made my way to a couple of stairs when I felt a sharp smack on my butt. I gasped and turned around, my eyes wide.

Ethan smirked at me. “Of course, kitten.”

He was biting his lower lip to hold back his laugh when I narrowed my eyes at him. I decided to play along for one last time and said, “Not funny, daddy.”

Thirteen

Kiara is Closer to Satan

Ethan

Istared at the wavy strands of Kiara’s hair, twirling my finger around the soft brown hair. My head was on her lap and we were sitting on the couch alone while everyone watched the movieWarrior. It was basically a white wall with a projector and mattresses, blankets, and pillows on the floor.

“Man, I want to be like Tom Hardy,” Kiara whispered halfway through the movie. I nodded aimlessly. I was busy playing with the ends of her hair and her soft, nimble fingers.

I asked, “Why? Do you want to have muscles like him?”

I ran my hand on the golden ring she was wearing on her right ring finger. She adored that ring to death, and I knew she felt naked if she didn’t wear it. I wanted to kiss her finger, so I did.

She chuckled softly and looked down at me. “No, silly. I want to fight like him. Those punches and kicks. Bam, bam!” She pretended to punch the imaginary fighter across her, making me grin at how adorable she was.

She was wearing my T-shirt, which she had stolen from my closet, and baggy sweatpants. Her face was clear and glowing, her hair tumbling down in waves, and she looked so fucking gorgeous that I wanted to kiss her.

“Mhmm, that’s great,” I said, but it sounded muffled because I turned to snuggle with her stomach. It was so small. But there was a cute, little muffin top because of the pizzas we had for dinner.

I pecked it.Food baby.

I hummed in appreciation when her fingers ran through my hair, massaging my scalp in small circles. Her other hand rested on my cheek and neck, her thumb brushing on my skin making me smile.

The room was dark with the movie as the only source of light. I was exhausted from all the swimming and wanted to sleep on her lap with her hand in my hair.

Soon, I became more comfortable snuggling my face in her stomach with a stupid grin on my face. If we were alone, I would have lifted the hem of the T-shirt and slept cozily, pressing my face against her stomach. The heady scent of her coconut and black vanilla was affecting me.

“Hey, come on,” I heard her whisper gently, her fingers stroking my cheek. “Don’t sleep here. I’ll take you to bed.”

I peeked at her and kissed her hand. “Can you even lift me? I am double your size.”

Yes, I did get a little stupid when I was drunk or exhausted.

“I know that, sweet,” she said. “You know what I am thinking?”

“What?” I asked, entwining our hands and squeezing her hand. Kiara squeezed back.

Are we laying squeezy now?Then there were a couple of things I wanted to squeeze.

Bad Ethan.Hold your position, Eiffel.Don’t you dare move!

“I think you can see my nostrils from there,” she answered.

I slowly blinked and nodded. “Mhmm, I want to play squeezy too.”

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