He shouldn’t have imagined her lying naked on his bed. She shouldn’t have imagined his devilishly handsome face between her legs.

But it was too late.

Kiara and Ethan had been best friends since they were children. They'd shared everything in their eighteen years together except romance.

But that all changed at the beginning of their senior year.

Kiara began noticing Ethan's washboard abs when he hopped out of the pool dripping wet after swim practice. Ethan began gazing at Kiara’s golden skin in a bikini as a grown woman instead of the girl next door he grew up with.

That kiss should have never happened. 

It was just one moment in a lifetime of moments, but they both felt its power. They knew the thrumming in their veins and desperation in their bodies might give them all they ever wanted or ruin everything if they followed it.

Kiara and Ethan knew they should have never kissed. But it's too late to take that choice back, so they have a new one to make. 

Fall for each other and risk their friendship or try to forget one little kiss that might change everything.

PREVIEW:
“If you don’t want to kiss me then . . . let’s swim.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Naked.”

“What?”

“I always wanted to try skinny dipping.” I pursed my lips and said, “And I really want to get out of these clothes.”

He said, “What if someone catches you . . . me, both?”

“Come on, Ethan. Don’t be a chicken . . .”

“Fine.”

His voice was rough when he said, “Remove that sweater first.”

I raised my eyebrow at the sudden change in his demeanour.

Ethan said, “You have an extra piece of clothing than me.”

I grinned. “Who said I was wearing any underwear?”

The Unfolding Duet

 I gathered all the test papers I had graded last night and organized them according to the students’ names while two pairs of eyes watched me from their tiny desks. 


 Sighing, I raised my brow at them, “What happened? Why are you two frowning?” 


 I couldn’t blame them. They were the only kids left in my classroom while others were in the cafeteria, having fun with their friends and eating lunch. 


 Ben swung his legs, sitting on the desk. It wasn’t allowed, but I didn’t mind. “Do you really have to call in my mom, Miss Kiara?” he asked, his voice small. 


 I gave him a reassuring smile and cleaned up the desk. “Yes, Ben, you know the drill. We call in parents when teachers need to talk to parents about some stuff.” 


 I didn’t need to tell him all the details. He was still a kid. I would talk about it with his parents. 


2. Bedroom Eyes