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

 My heart felt heavy with lead as I drove around aimlessly. Kiara was pregnant with my child. Our baby. We had created a small life on the night of prom when we had made love with each other. My eyes welled up and I wiped a tear with my sleeve. I parked the car in the garage and turned off the engine. 


 Kiara was probably inside her room, crying for the unborn baby she couldn’t save and blaming herself. I knew her too well to know that she was blaming all this on herself. 


 I would have been a father right now. Would she have told me if she knew that she was pregnant? She would have. She would have flown back to New York to tell me she was pregnant. But she wasn’t. I don’t know how she coped with the pain of losing a baby all alone. I wonder if this was the first time she was telling anyone else. 


 I needed to be with her. I couldn’t stand her blaming herself for everything. 


17. I am Here, Bella