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[authormahimistry]

Don't Date Your Best Friend

Chapter 5: Kiara Explains the Gender of the Chicken

Ethan

“Kiss me,” Kiara whispered, my eyes dropping to her soft lips and wondering how they would feel against mine.

I knew she could feel me poking against her inner thigh when I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer, my hand lingering on the curve of her ass. But she didn’t complain.

She is my best friend. This should be so wrong, but it feels so fucking right.

I licked my lips and her cheeks reddened when she felt Eiffel twitching with desire when our naked bodies pressed against each other. The sane part of my brain was scolding me to pull away from her and go back to complete my calculus homework. She was Kiara Sharma, for fuck’s sake. The girl I considered as my best friend. But holding her naked body against mine was far better than anything I had ever felt, and I knew kissing her would feel much better.

So, I did just that.

“Screw it,” I muttered under my breath, feeling her warm breath on my lips when we both leaned closer, my heart beating wildly in my ears. I closed my eyes when our lips were a hairsbreadth apart.

“Kiara? Where the hell are you?”

We froze and snapped our eyes open. Kiara looked over my shoulder and scrambled away. I instantly missed the warmth of her body pressing against me and composed myself when I turned to see the silhouette of Katherine walking toward the backyard, directly toward the pool.

“Ethan,” Kiara said and I gazed at her.

Her hair was wet, perky round breasts under the water, and I swallowed the lump in my throat when she stared back at me with dazed eyes.

I was as hard as stone.

“I’ll hide,” I said, my voice husky and deep.

Clearing my throat to get rid of my dirty thoughts I looked at her for the last time, remembering the sight that made Eiffel and my heart twitch. Rosy cheeks, hooded eyes, and cheery red parted lips.

Diving under the water, I swam to the corner and closed my eyes to calm my raging boner. I could hear the muffled voice of Katherine and Kiara talking and one of them laughing. I opened my eyes just in time to see Kiara’s legs disappear out of the water. I just wished Katherine wouldn’t find out that we were skinny dipping in the pool of her boyfriend’s farmhouse. That would be embarrassing.

I surfaced on the water, running a hand through my hair, and met a sight I was not sure I wanted to see. Kiara was standing sideways beside her clothes, toweling dry her wet lithe body. I clenched my jaw when I couldn’t see her breasts or anything between her legs.

If only I could make that towel disappear . . .

I shook my head of any dirty, filthy thoughts I had of my best friend. Narrowing my eyes, I watched her when she wrapped the towel around her petite body, a grin tugging her lips. She winked when she found me gazing at her. My patience and self-control were running extremely low.

“Dinner’s ready, Ethan. I hope you won’t mind something . . . cold,” she said innocently, her eyes lowering down my torso, which was hidden under the water, but I was sure she could see how hard I was for her. Grinning at me, she turned and walked inside, my eyes dropping down.

That little minx.

Raking a hand through my hair, I said, “Yeah, definitely looking forward to the cold shower.”

***

We were sitting down at the dinner table, chatting and eating the Chinese food my friends had ordered. I was sitting beside Kiara and Rio, drinking my favorite Root Beer Slushy. But my whole attention was on her and how she looked with her damp hair, oversized T-shirt from Katherine and the skirt that had dried.

When she was busy talking to Volt about a manga she was reading, I brushed my hand over her bare thigh, her skin tingling when she shot me a look from the corner of the eye. I innocently blinked at her and ate my General Tso’s Chicken.

I asked Ryan about his university and how he was handling all the work so far, along with his friends, Carter and Samuel. I didn’t like the way Carter laughed and talked with Kiara, so I kept my palm over her thigh. I felt her react, her skin shivering with goose bumps.

I clenched my jaw and gave a look to Carter, who was frowning. Kiara saw this and when I was about to take my hand from her thigh, she landed her small palm over mine. This time, I was surprised when she squeezed my hand, eating her meal.

When she left her hand, I smoothed my palm over her thigh, slowly sliding it upward. Dark brown eyes glared at me. I winked at her and took a sip of my slushy. I paused when she took a sharp breath and I watched the bob in her throat when she swallowed nervously, spreading her legs wide. For me.

“Hey, Kee, are you all right?” Volt asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she murmured, shooting me a glare. “The chicken can’t keep his hands to himself.”

Oh, so I’m a chicken now? I see.

I slid my hand over her inner thigh, the hem of her skirt brushing over my hand, and I could feel her legs tense, her body shivering under my hot touch. I rubbed my thumb over her silky-smooth thighs and wondered if her whole body was this smooth.

Ryan asked, “How did you know its gender?”

Katherine nodded, thoughtfully looking at her boyfriend, and turned to her best friend. And so did everyone. They were all more interested in knowing the gender of chicken than eating their food.

“I—uh,” she stammered being the center of the attention and I squeezed her thigh, so warm and soft. I felt the blood rush to my nether regions when she subtly clenched her thighs. Fuck.

She stared at me, her amber eyes wide with flecks of gold glittering in them as she took my slushy and downed it.

Katherine poked, “Well, say something, Kiara. We all want to know. How did you know its gender?”

Her cheeks flushed. “Uhm . . . well, let’s see.” She tucked a strand of brown hair behind her ear when my hand inched closer to her center, reaching dangerous boundaries underneath her skirt.

Kiara took a sharp breath and clutched the cold glass of water, saying, “The chicken is being too handy and . . . and—”

I gave her an innocent look, brushing my fingers over the band of her black thong I had seen on her earlier.

“And?” Rio, Samuel, and Carter prodded at the same time, leaning toward her. The food was long forgotten on their plates.

With her inability to speak, I did the unexpected. Hooking my finger on the band of her thong, I pulled it as high as the material could go and Kiara’s wide eyes were on my face when I let it go. The thong snapped back on her skin. At the same time, I accidentally elbowed Rio’s can of beer so that no one could hear the snap of her thong on her skin. Except me and her.

I noticed how she bit her lip, a sharp breath leaving her lips when she closed her eyes and clenched her legs underneath my touch. I soothed the skin where it might have stung her and gently brushed my finger over the spot, never getting too close to her sex. There was a mixture of surprise and pleasure etching on her beautiful face.

“Aw, man. Way to go, Ethan,” Rio whined when he realized that his beer was on the floor.

When I was about to pull my hand from her thigh, I was surprised and shocked when she pressed her hand down on my thigh, giving me a stern look. What the hell? I looked down at my food and realized she wanted me to touch her.

So, I did. I brushed my fingers over the center of her sex. Her legs were spread for me while she ate her food. I cursed under my breath when I found that she was wet.

“You can have mine,” I said, not looking at Rio when my voice sounded a bit deep and huskier than normal.

From the corner of my eye, I watched Kiara shiver when she swallowed the content of her food and crossed her legs. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were dazed. The same look she had before we pulled away from our almost kiss.

“Don’t worry, man,” Carter said. “Take this, we have more. We’re waiting for Kiara to tell us about the chicken.” He passed Rio another can and looked straight at her.

I finally pulled my hand away, squeezing her thigh for the last time, and looked down at my plate. I wasn’t hungry anymore. But I was feeling thirsty. For my favorite slushy. Nothing else.

The flush was visible on her cheeks when she said, “The chicken needs to start thinking from his other head . . . get it?”

I chewed my food silently when they snickered or sighed in disappointment before resuming their conversation while I pondered over my actions. What the hell was I doing? Almost kissing my best friend? Asking her if I could touch her breasts? Skinny dipping with her? And now, the scent of her feminine arousal lingered on my fingers.

Best friends aren’t supposed to be this close to each other, are they?

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[oscarlovesthesea]

ok hear me out

[queerdiazs]

snippet sunday ⛈

this is WAY more than seven sentences but sometimes i just can't be bothered to count, especially after the day i had okay

but please enjoy hoa eddie being an absolute fuckin menace

“Actually, Mr. Diaz,” Henry starts, and it’s the tone of his voice, snarky and superior and fuck, Eddie’s encountered enough people in his life with this attitude to know he’s not the one, spent enough time in detention at school to know he’s not the one, but he spins around, anyway, because he’s a glutton, “you have to pay ten dollars for every person that spends the night.”  “Huh?”  “Yes,” Henry plows on, as if he’s clarified something. Eddie’s just as lost now as he was two seconds ago. “Your friend—Buck, I think. You have to pay ten dollars for every guest that stays over.”  That’s stupid. Like, his son is a popular kid, right, and he’s got loads of friends—more than Eddie ever had at that age but hey, his kid is fucking amazing—and now that he has a larger house with an even larger backyard, he knows there’s going to be weekends where his place is full of teenagers. He’s not paying ten dollars a head for Christopher’s friends.  Besides, Buck has his own room at the house. That has to count for something.  “He’s not a guest. My home is his home, too.”   Henry shrugs. “I don’t make the rules,” he says, and Eddie’s pretty sure that’s a lie since his photo is hanging up on the wall behind his chair. “Unless they’re part of the household or a partner, you have—” “He is.”  “Excuse me?”  An idea forms in the front of Eddie’s brain, one his sister’s would be laughing over since they’ve always had a way of reading his mind, and says, “He is. Buck, I mean. He’s my partner.”  “Romantic?”  Eddie makes a noise. “Does it matter?” He snorts a laugh, one that hurts his throat, and shoves his hand through his hair because he has got to get himself under control. What the fuck is he doing? “He’s my—my Buck. He’s mine.”  “Oh.” Henry taps his fingers against the desk. “I didn’t know that.”  “Yeah, well, it’s none of your business,” Eddie bites, a little meaner than he ought to be, but he can’t be blamed. Buck and Chris are waiting at home for him with dinner and dessert, and he’s here, haggling with a stranger over the special place Buck holds in his heart, and Buck’s worth ten dollars, worth ten gazillion dollars, more, yeah, but it’s the principle of the thing. “Now, I’m going home to him and my son. I’ll see you later, Harley.”  He snatches a pamphlet off the desk, turns around, again, and makes his way out of the office, ignoring the flustered call of, “My name’s Henry, actually!” because he’s tired, worked a 12 hour shift without his normal team because he owed a favor to the rookie on B shift, and he wants to go home, needs to go home to relax and decompress and eat some fucking cake, and this little club isn’t going to ruin another one of his nights. 

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[timechange]

MCFLY JULY ‘24 — “i think about it all the time.”

The sound of the bullet bursts in his ears and it hits him square in the chest, pain blooming and bones shattering. It’s Mad Dog, no, it’s Biff, it’s Biff holding the gun, grinning and laughing and laughing, and he’s falling down, down, down as the ground comes closer, closer, closer.

He’ll catch me, he thinks, Doc’s coming, he’ll find me, he’ll catch me.

But he’s not because Doc is lying on the cold unfeeling asphalt of the parking lot of Twin Lone no Twin it’s Twin Pines Mall, dead eyes staring unseeing and unblinking, and he’s alone as the speedometer reads 84, 85, 86, 87 as the ravine gets closer and closer and he sees his grave and Doc’s grave and Dad’s grave and Clara’s grave and Dave and Linda are gone and he’s alone and he and he and he—

He gasps for air.

He runs a hand through his hair, rubbing the back of his neck. He’s covered in cold sweat, his chest is burning, and he’s shivering.

What the hell?

@doctorbrown ‘s face is in front of his.

They’re in the garage. It was a car backfiring.

That’s all.

“…Doc?…” Marty whispers. To his horror, his hands begin to shake, his vision blurring and colors smearing as his eyes fill up with hot, stinging tears. He tries to take a deep breath but it comes out as a sniffling sob and he wishes he could drop dead on the spot.

“Doc, what’s happening to me?…”

[my-thoughts-and-junk]

the thing about chilshi is that i see it as super one-sided on chilchuck's part and that's some shit he's bringing to the grave with him

[girlthativealwaysbeen]

spending my whole life trying and trying and trying and trying to be good enough for people who don't give a fuck about me

[where-the-wind-travels]

their dynamic (/p) is absolutely unmatched. i know the blood ending describes abel as being like an older brother to mc if you don't romance him but sometimes i really feel like pri acts like the protective yet intimidating older sister

[poettheythem]

A Shoebox Covered with Little Pink Hearts

Do you remember being a little kid and doing Valentines day

Making a shoebox covered in little pink hearts and stickers

Buying cards with your favorite characters on them

And little candies taped to each one

Going around the classroom dropping valentines into each box

And seeing who passed out the coolest cards.

But now you aren't a little kid

You don't get to make a shoebox with a little slit for cards

Covered in little pink hearts and stickers

You have to be in love

And give roses and chocolate and go out to dinner

I miss it, the shoe boxes

My valentines for my best friends and theirs to me

The love of little kids and friendships that last years beyond

Or the love that fades after a month

All dropped into a silly little shoebox

Now the love has to shown in a different way

A way I don't have

All I have is my shoebox covered in little pink hearts

[vorareromantic]

silly little vent in the tags

[authormahimistry]

Don't Date Your Best Friend

Chapter 4: I Need to Get a Grip

Kiara

It had been two days since the night at the farmhouse. The night where I was drunk and alone with Ethan. That wouldn’t make me nervous daily, but it was making me nervous because we almost kissed each other. I almost kissed my best friend. My best friend.

Damn it.

I stumbled into someone and muttered a quick sorry. I had been zoning out all day, thinking about Ethan and that almost kiss. I could feel the way his warm hand cupped my cheeks and the spicy, musky cologne when he leaned closer, his eyes a turmoil of emotions. I shook my head to erase those thoughts. It didn’t happen and I should be thankful for it.

But why was a part of me disappointed and sad?

A strong hand held my wrist and I stopped to look at the person. Clenching my jaw, I followed him as he dragged me to the nearest empty classroom.

“What the hell are you doing, Liam?” I asked, rubbing my wrist when he let go of me, slamming the door behind us.

His stormy gray eyes were livid. “Me? I should be the one asking you that. What the hell are you doing with Ethan?”

Nothing. Yet.

Scolding my mind, I crossed my arms. “What do you mean? I’m his best friend.”

“Best friends don’t hide things from each other.”

Ignoring the pang of hurt, I snapped, “Best friends also don’t betray them by kissing their girlfriends and have sex behind their backs.”

That shut him up. I walked closer to him and pushed his chest, my eyes gleaming with tears. “You betrayed Ethan and me, Liam. If you didn’t have any feelings, then why would you ever—”

His eyes averted to my lips and trailed back to my eyes. I hastily wiped the tear because I didn’t want him to know that what he did had affected me.

“Did you tell Ethan about us?”

I scoffed, “There was no us. And why would I ever tell him about that?”

“We kissed, Kiara,” he said. “When you . . . when you—”

I clenched my jaw. “Don’t you dare say it.”

His eyes softened and he stepped closer. “You have to tell him, Kiara. This would break him.”

“Which is why I am not going to tell him. He would blame himself and pretend he is happy.” I took a deep breath and said, “Our kiss meant nothing when you decided to have sex with Ariana while she was dating Ethan a-and I hate you for that.”

I pulled away from him and didn’t look back when I walked out of the empty class with my heart broken and the memories of that evening flashing in my mind. We did kiss, but I was not going to burden Ethan with that useless information.

***

With my forehead leaning on the book, I groaned and hid my face with my arms. It felt like someone was hammering the back of my head. Repeatedly. Why did I think it would be a good idea to write three thousand words at three in the morning? After talking to Liam, I had cried in the washroom. Sadly, I had to sit in calculus and now I was ready to explode.

A warm hand lay on my palm and squeezed it. “Are you all right, Bella?” he asked, his voice deep and husky, sending shivers to the most sensitive part of my body.

I gulped and raised my head to look at him. He was sitting across from me with a frown etching his handsome face. It should be illegal for someone to look this good.

“I am fine,” I murmured with a small smile and held his hand, the warmth tingling in my palm.

Katherine swallowed the contents of food and asked, “What happened, Kia? Long night?”

Yeah, you could say that. I had been imagining the worst-case scenarios if we had kissed and what would’ve happened the next day. But to my surprise, Ethan was acting like he didn’t ask me for a kiss. He was perfectly calm and collected while I was a nervous mess, ready to jump and run away if he tried to talk to me.

What the heck was happening to me? I had never been like this before.

“Yep, stayed all night and wrote some stuff because I couldn’t sleep,” I said, raking a hand through my hair.

“You don’t have to wait for me after school.” Ethan said, “You should go home and get some rest.”

“You can’t!” Volt yelled, sitting beside me, and wrapped his arm around my shoulders to give me a side hug.

Ethan glared at him. And the arm that was around my shoulder.

“Why not?” I asked, pulling away from his aggressive hug.

“We are meeting at the farmhouse.” Me and Ethan straightened at the mention of the farmhouse when Volt added, “Do you guys ever read our group texts?”

“I don’t like to stare at four images of the good morning every night at twelve,” Ethan said and took a long swig of the orange juice. I stared in awe as his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down with each gulp.

Katherine nudged me. “Stop eye-pussying the poor guy!”

I hid my blush and looked down at the fantasy book I was reading before the headache took over me.

Volt asked, texting furiously on his phone, “You guys are coming, right?”

My best friend whispered in my ear, “Someone is coming all right.” This time, I nudged her ribs, glaring at her.

“I am in,” Rio said, munching on fries from Ethan’s plate.

Katherine turned to me. “I’ll go if you go. I can’t handle these guys alone.”

Alice had her cheerleading practice, so she wouldn’t be present and I would be saved from the lecture of ‘Vivian this’ or ‘Vivian that.’

I faced Ethan. “What about you?”

Rio leaned on the table and said with a cheeky grin, “You know that farmhouse has a pool too.”

Ethan looked at Rio like a five-year-old on Christmas. He loved swimming and if he could, he would never get out of the pool.

I grinned. “Okay, Volt. Count us all in.”

I hoped going back to the farmhouse wouldn’t affect our friendship. But I really wanted to know what was going on inside Ethan’s mind when he had asked me for a kiss when we were sloshed.

***

The headache didn’t go away. If it was possible, it became worse.

I massaged my temples when Volt, Rio, and Ryan’s friends, Carter and Samuel, started a fistfight, every two minutes screaming at the PlayStation. Volt was sporting a black eye, and Rio and Samuel had nosebleeds from the random punches.

Man, boys are weird.

By the sound of high-pitched giggles of my friend, I knew Ryan was keeping her busy in the kitchen. I smiled when he teasingly whispered something in her ear, making her laugh, and they started making out. Shuddering, I quickly looked away.

Ethan was sitting on the other couch, completing his homework so he could focus more on his swim practice. He was wearing his study glasses and I smiled when his tongue occasionally poked out of his lips to lick them when he calculated the answer in the calculator. One of the strands of his hair fell down when he was writing on his notes and I had the same urge to go and tuck it back.

I shook my head. No. I can’t have these thoughts about Ethan. I should have brought a book or my laptop with me, but we came directly here after Ethan and Rio’s swim practice. I looked out of the glass doors, at the swimming pool. I could use some fresh air.

“I’ll be outside,” I muttered to no one and made my way to the pool, which was in the backyard where no one could see or disturb me. I would probably swim for a while.

“Hey, Kiara.” 

I stopped and my heart quickened when I turned toward him. 

“Can I join you?”

Hai Bhagwan.

I smiled. “Of course, Ethan. I’d love that.”

I could feel his burning eyes on me when we stepped outside the glass doors, cool breeze brushing against our bare skin. Ethan slid the doors behind him. I swallowed the lump in my throat when I realized no one could see us from the living room or the kitchen unless they walked out here.

We were completely alone. Just like that night.

“Are you going to swim?” I asked, removing my shoes and sitting on the edge of the pool, dipping my bare legs in the cold water.

His tall frame loomed over me and he sat beside me, following my actions. “Probably later.”

I swayed my legs in the water. Even though I had naturally tanned skin, thanks to my Indian genes, Ethan had a darker skin tone than me. I wondered how we would look pressed against each other. I bit my lip to stop my imagination from wandering too far and thinking of my legs wrapped around his strong torso.

I studied his profile and his eyes were trained on our legs floating in the water. With a small kick, a few the water droplets fell on his clothes and I hid my smile. He looked at me and did the same, water spraying over my black skirt and sweater. I giggled and swayed my legs harder so his pants were wet with water.

Uh-oh.

“Ethan!” I shrieked, a bubbly laugh escaping my lips when he held my wrists in his one hand and leaned closer, about to push me in the pool.

He grinned, his green and blue eyes glinting with mischief. “Would you like to swim, Kiara?”

My eyes widened in disbelief and I whispered, shaking my head, “Ethan . . . you wouldn’t. D-don’t do it.”

I tried wrenching away from his grip, but he smirked and I held my breath when he pushed me inside the water, my body downing in the pool and water gurgling around me. My skin prickled with the icy cold water as I surged up on the surface, moving my hair from my face and glaring at my best friend, who was busy laughing at me. Jerk.

“I didn’t peg you as a jerk, Ethan,” I snapped when he easily lifted me from the pool even though my wet clothes were weighing me down.

He snickered, his cheeks flushing when he handed me a towel. “You started it, Bella. Don’t blame it on me.”

I sighed and shook my head when the skirt and sweater stuck to my body. I didn’t have spare, but I hoped Ryan would have Katherine’s clothes in his room, which I could borrow. Dripping with water, I sat beside Ethan, who was staring at my wet clothes that stuck to me like a second skin.

“So, what are you thinking about?” he asked, clearing his throat, and looked away.

“You.”

“I hope you’re not thinking about pushing me in the water for a payback.”

I snickered. “The thought did cross my mind but no, I was not thinking about that. I was thinking about Monday night.”

He straightened and clenched his jaw. “What about Monday night?”

The air changed and there was a noticeable tension hovering around us. I shivered when the cold breeze kissed my skin and tingles shot through my body. I think being pushed into the cold water gave me a confidence boost when I said, “About the kiss that never happened.”

Ethan didn’t reply and I turned toward him. “Ethan, you asked me for a kiss.”

His eyes sliced over me. “And you said yes.”

“I did,” I said. “And I would if you ask me again.”

He took a sharp breath. “You would?”

“Why would I ever deny?”

Ethan took some time to reply because he was busy staring at my lips. His tanned neck flushed when he was caught. I smiled.

He finally said, “Maybe . . . because you are my best friend?”

“But that didn’t stop us from sharing our first kiss.”

He looked at the water as it waved gently, lapping at our legs, and I decided I needed to get out of the wet clothes, which were starting to itch my skin. I bit my lip and glanced at him from the corner of my eyes. Ethan ran a hand through his wavy black hair—fuck me. They screamed hold-me-while-I-eat-your—

Stop. It.

“We were drunk, Kiara.”

“Okay, fine.” I stood up. “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.”

When I thought about it, I wasn’t feeling self-conscious about my body when it came to him. Yes, he had seen in me in bikinis and accidentally walking in when I was busy writing something on my Post-it in my underwear and bra. But I was never self-conscious about what he would think of me or my body. I did have stretch marks, but I wasn’t uncomfortable about them. What I was most worried about was myself. If he got naked and my hormones spiked up, I didn’t know if I would control myself and not jump on him.

Gosh, I sounded so bad in my head. Not to mention, my best friend would be the first guy I would ever see naked. Way to go, Kiara.

His voice was strained when he said, “What if someone catches you . . . me, both?”

I moved my damp hair over my shoulder. “We will be in the pool, Ethan. And no one can see us from the living room.” I smirked when I said, “Unless you want to watch me while I swim, you can stay here.”

The thought of Ethan watching me with his intense green-blue eyes while I was swimming naked in the pool sent a delicious shiver down my core.

His eyes darkened and he looked away, probably thinking the same when I noticed red blush creeping up his neck and making his ears and cheeks flush. Cute.

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

“Fine.”

He stood up, his tall frame towering me. I forgot how to breathe when his dark eyes seared me, slowly trailing down my body as if he had all the time in the world. His voice was rough when he said, “Remove that sweater first.”

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

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

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

I loved the way his pupils widened in shock, surprise and then they were clouded by scorching desire. Biting my lips, I whispered, “I was messing with you.”

Holding the hem of the sweater, I tugged it up and removed it. I straightened my damp hair and shivered. But it wasn’t because of the cold air.

His eyes averted down my breasts, which were barely covered by the ivory lace bralette. As it was wet, he could easily notice my hardened nubs, which were begging for his attention.

We were crossing a dangerous line right now. And I knew neither one of us wanted to step back.

“Your turn,” I managed to whisper.

Ethan didn’t need to be told twice. He removed his dark blue shirt in one tug and even though I was used to seeing his naked torso, my breath hitched in my throat when I gazed at his bare abs standing so close. I could make out every ripple of muscle and the way they moved and relaxed when he threw the shirt beside my sweater. I wanted to step closer, press my body against his and explore every inch of his body while he kissed me.

Licking my lips, I watched his eyes when I moved my hands to remove the black skirt, unbuttoning the buttons on the hem. Taking a deep breath, I let my skirt fall down and pool around my ankles. I stepped out of it and looked at Ethan, who was blushing when I caught him staring at my body even though I wasn’t matching.

His eyes lingered on the hem of my black cotton thong and looked at me as he unzipped his pants. I watched him tug downs his pants past his V-shaped hip bones. I wondered what I would do if I was the one removing his pants. He was wearing black boxers and a noticeable semi-hard bulge.

Oh, fuck.

Was that . . . could it be?

My cheeks warmed when I looked up at him, his hair tousled and eyes hooded. Ethan’s eyes never left my brown ones when he said, “Remove the bralette, Bella.”

What happened to quiet, innocent Ethan?

With a shaky breath, I unclasped the bralette and let my breasts free, removing the straps and throwing it away with our clothes. I trembled when his eyes landed on my bare chest. I bit my lip, watching him rake his eyes over my breasts, making my dusky nipples hard as pebbles when he licked his lips.

I resisted the urge to touch myself and give him a show.

Get a grip, woman!

Grip—where?

Gah!

I took a deep breath and tried to calm my thundering heart when our bare chests were a few inches apart. If I wanted, I could press myself against him and lean on my toes, kissing him on his lips, which looked very inviting.

When I finally found my voice, I said, “Remove your boxers.”

“Together?”

“Together.”

Hooking my fingers around the thong, I slipped it down my legs and threw it away, completely baring myself in front of my best friend. This is it. Now there’s no going back.

My breath hitched in my throat when I glanced down at him and averted my eyes to his face. We were both blushing . . . but goddamn. I would have a boner right now if I had a dick.

I was speechless and standing naked in front of Ethan. I didn’t know what to do. Maybe I needed another push in the cold water to calm my nerves. So, I did just that. I linked my fingers with his and, smiling at him, we dived in the cold water together.

***

We were laughing and splashing water on each other and swimming in the pool, enjoying ourselves. Ethan was maintaining his distance, not touching me anywhere inappropriate even though I wished he would. But I could feel his intense stare on me while I teased him with a backstroke just to get his attention.

Unfortunately, Ethan Kane had a great amount of self-control for an eighteen-year-old.

Splashing water on his face, I giggled and swam away when he glared at me. I felt his warm hand wrap around my ankle before I could swim away from him. I let out a squeal when he tugged my body toward him. His hold was strong but gentle. I was huffing with breath when he stood across me, his hair wet and sleeked back, his jaw and cheekbones sharp, his full lips begging to be kissed. Especially when he stared at me like that.

Ethan’s eyes were like galaxies, one green and the other blue, creating swirling chaos of emotions that I wanted to drown in them. I shivered when he pulled me closer, my soft breasts pressing against his chiseled body. Trailing my palm over his beating heart, I cupped his neck and held on to his strong forearm when he brushed his fingers over the spine of my back.

We smelled like chlorine and something musky. The water slowly lapped around us in small waves when I leaned toward him, my fingers digging on his forearm when he cupped my jaw. He made me look up at him, the pad of his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. My body was thrumming with the need to be touched and kissed. My stomach was coiling with desire and my legs were shaking when he gazed at me like he wanted to devour every inch of me.

Like he was hungry.

A soft gasp left my lips when I felt him poke my inner thigh, so hard yet soft. My cheeks flushed and he shamelessly stared at me and my lips. I arched toward him, completely pressing myself against him until I could feel goose bumps on his arms.

I whispered, “Ethan.”

“I want to kiss you, Kiara,” he said, his voice lowering down an octave and sending delicious shivers down my spine, making my toes curl.

Taking a deep breath, I traced the hair on the nape of his neck and said, “Kiss me.”

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[im2tired4usernames]

I might just be dumb but I don't really understand making fun of you partners? I don't understand introducing them to your family like "gets my stupid asshole "I don't understand the play fighting I get teasing on some stuff is fun n cute if your both into that???? but?????my wife's smart I'm not gonna call em dumb to be funny and I'd cry if my wife told their friends I was super dumb n annoying? Yeah people are gonna do stupid things and no one's perfect I know I'm gonna do something that's gonna be annoying and stupid same with my wife n friends n family and well really anyone I just don't get when people talk down their partners to they're friends? Like do you want your friends to think low of your partner Do you want your friend to really think they're stupid and smelly and hate them????Do you actually like the person you dating???? Then why are you telling your friends and family what a stupid irresponsible jerk they are and how you can't stand them????????????? Am I missing a joke goin on is this a humor thing or social thing in just out of the loop on???????

[threezoz]

I'm not rewatching ods while i edit, shut up!

anyway, has anyone talked about the way everyone who was with gitae during his 'wanless era' always says "who the fuck would date YOU?" when he hints he might be seeing someone?

high school!gitae is cocky and sociable and a little delinquent sports gay. bottom line, he's generally, a happy, carefree, babiest boy.

his wanlessness was so severe, it made him an asshole or at the very least, a grumpy, hard-ass that nobody can imagine being in a romantic anything.

he's right when he says lee wan is the same. he's the one who changed. trauma will do that to a gay.

[disengaged]

i just got so sad about my ex out of nowhere. help

[usermischief]

Teen Wolf missed the fact that sometimes, people just like a character as a villain, they don’t need a redemption arc and should be allowed to remain evil.

This. Yes.

Not every villain who survived needed to be redeemed. Theo? Should've stayed a morally grey character. Fuck whatever happened to him in s6. Deucalion? Irredeemable. Wholeheartedly, fuck that guy. Ethan and Aiden? No. Absolutely not.

The only people who were allowed to stay evil where the Argents, and I was bored with them in s4.

[promise-keeper-papyrus]

If you guys want to create stories based on the concept of Papyrus being the Promise Keeper... Then you have my permission... All I ask is that you DON'T ship Frisk with anyone (since he's still a kid and most of the characters are adults)!

[lecoindecachou]

When Spencer realized Caleb was still in love with Hanna