Page 74 of Vows We Never Made
Breath to breath.
Ethan groans, shifting his hand to the small of my back with a hunger that’s insane. I had no idea it was such an erotic place until now, and I’m pressed flush against him.
I can feel a bulge I’m almost certain might be—
Oh my God, is it?
I’m very, very lucky his arms are snug around me, holding me up.
Otherwise, I’d have fallen and face-planted in the sand.
Ethan, you madman, what have you done?
He pulls back like he’s asking himself the same question, freeing his hand from my hair to steady my waist as I stumble slightly.
Cool air floods the space between us.
Reality bleeds back in.
The upside-down life where I just kissedEthan Blackthorn.
Oh, boy.
On my list of no-good horrendous ideas, this istop tier brainlessmaterial. Gold medal imbecile stuff.
He’s breathing so raggedly, though, and—
Do not look down.
Do not.
I swear, if I get one glimpse of the enormous package he’s sporting, if I even acknowledge it’sthere, I’ll go down in a fiery blaze, mortified forever.
Yes, he kissed me first, so it’s not like there’s areasonI should be feeling so embarrassed.
But something warm and liquid churns in my belly and I don’t want to think about it.
“Good practice,” he says after a torn second.
“Huh? What practice?” I shake my head, trying to get my senses back. “Oh. Because we’re dating, you mean? Fake dating. Fake engaged. Fake—whatever!”
I’m so flustered I’m rambling, sweat coating my palms like sticky syrup.
“We need to kiss sometimes, Pages,” he says flatly. “To make it more believable.”
“Y-yeah.” A broken giggle slips out of me.
God.
After a kiss like that, I can’t disagree.
I can’t do anything except feel like a lovestruck little fool.
But I also need him to go back to being the Prince of All Asshats fast. Just so I can remember all the reasons why I don’t like him.
He’s been too nice today.
And not his usual ‘nice’ where he cynically buys me an entire freaking bookstore just to streamline schedules, butnice-nice.
