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 fixed my tie for the umpteenth time, my eyes wavering over the people in flashy, luxurious clothes, finding one woman for whom my heart still beat wildly. Where did she go? My eyes searched for her in the crowd. The hall was covered in velvet and satin drapes, giving it a rich feeling, which blended perfectly with the golden lights and the paintings. Kiara was responsible for the display of paintings and their introduction while I worked with the lighting and decoration coordinator. Mr. Stone handed me a flute of champagne, his eyes approving of the suit I was wearing. It was, of course, in black. 


 Heat creeped up my cheeks as I scratched my neck, “Is it that obvious?” 


 Mr. Stone chuckled at me, patting my shoulder. “Take care of her. I am sure Mrs. Damini would be proud of her daughter’s choice.” 


28. Took a Fart on the Heart