Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 65429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
“At least look at me if you’re going to break my heart, Ethan. I deserve at least that, don’t I?”
He shut his eyes tighter, and I didn’t back down.
“I love you, Ethan.”
I didn’t recognize the guy sitting next to me with a bowed head and distant demeanor.
He wasn’t my Ethan.
My boy.
My best friend.
Ethan wouldn’t hurt me. He wouldn’t break my heart and not have the decency to look me in the eyes as he did it. Making me bleed out for him.
“I thought you loved me too.”
“I do.”
“Then what’s the problem? I don’t need my father’s approval on where I go to college and what I do with my future.”
“It isn’t your future, Livvy. It’s mine.”
“Then why did you apply to Stanford, huh? I know it wasn’t because you liked the campus. You did it because you want to be with me too. Just admit it. What did my father say to you that’s making you pull away from me now?”
The hollow feeling built inside me. The emptiness surged from my heart throughout my entire body, causing me to feel like I was broken and truly alone.
Like something was wrong with me.
I had nothing left to say, nothing left for me to do. I don’t know how long we sat there, both of us lost in our thoughts and disillusions when I did the only thing left for me to save the future of our friendship.
I climbed in his lap, straddling his waist…
And kissed him.
Chapter
Seven
Ethan
Ever so lightly, she pecked my lips, and as much as I wanted to resist her, I couldn’t.
I won’t.
Instead, I willingly gave in and followed her lead. This was the first time Livvy initiated a kiss between us. After all this time, she was still the only girl I’d ever done this with, and it hadn’t changed for her either. I was the only man to ever touch her lips. Never had I thought we’d kiss like this. Our tongues weren’t touching, but it still felt like the most intimate kiss of my entire life.
The second her tongue touched mine, I felt my cock stir. Once again, driven by a pure impulse like the last two times, I gripped the back of her neck and dragged her toward me as if she wasn’t already close enough. This was only our third kiss, but it didn’t matter. It was enough. I pulled her closer to my mouth. Her eyes never left mine, and I took control the moment our lips touched again.
I teased her with the tip of my tongue, gliding it all along the outline of her pouty mouth. The feel of her silky tongue was like nothing I’d ever felt before. Our movements were in sync with one another.
It was easy.
Natural.
Home.
I pecked her one last time until I rested my forehead against hers as we breathed heavily.
I grinned. Her stare was dark and dilated, luring me in to want to kiss her again. Her long, messy hair draped all around her face cascaded all around us. Our gaze stayed connected as if we were trying to burn this moment into our memories. Sweeping her hair away from her face, I brushed my lips against hers, side to side.
“What are we doing, Livvy?”
“I don’t know, what we’ve been doing for the last four years.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No.”
“Do you want me to keep going?”
“Yes.”
“How far do you want me to take this?” My pounding heart mirrored hers. I could feel it rapidly beating against my chest.
She answered my question with another long, passionate kiss before I could assure her how much she meant to me, how much she always meant to me. To tell her what I felt so deeply in my heart…
My best friend.
My family.
My girl.
I replied the only way I knew how—I kissed her back, letting myself get lost with her.
Panting against my mouth, she coaxed, “Just keep going, and we’ll find out together.”
I slowly moved my hands up her body, feeling the softness of her skin through her dress. Her breath hitched when my body fell forward, pushing her back onto the bed of my truck to lay between her thighs. Placing all my weight on my arms, I cradled her face, and we made out like two crazy teenagers who couldn’t get enough of each other. I never wanted to stop kissing her.
Holding her.
Being on top of her.
My eyes followed the movement of her hands when she reached for my tuxedo jacket, pulling it off and discarding it next to us. She beckoned me to continue down this uncharted territory between us. I groaned in satisfaction. Second by second, I deliberately took it slow. Confidently crawling my way down her body, I lightly skimmed my lips across the top of her breasts, igniting tingles all over her skin against my lips.
She then reached for the bottom of her dress, locking heady stares with me. I didn’t stop her when she lifted it off her body, leaving her only in her panties. This was the first time I saw her topless; this was the first time I saw any girl topless who wasn’t in a movie or magazine.