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Kissing Ethan could break the illusion.

Before I can finish the flurry of anxious thoughts, Ethan’s mouth is against mine.

He’s kissing me.

Instantly my eyes close and I let go of his jacket, wrapping my arm around him and pulling him close and hard against my chest. I pull him up until he’s practically on his tiptoes.

His lips are warm and soft against mine. The kiss is firm and frantic. Our mouths move together messy and needy, our breathing quick and stuttered.

I can taste minty green tea in his mouth as I lick into it and hear him moan low in his throat. My cock twitches at the sound.

It lasts only a handful of seconds.

“Oh, God,” Ethan says in a gasp as he yanks himself away from me so hard I don’t have time to prepare. He stumbles backward a few steps, my hands left hanging in the air.

“You can’t…you can’t do that!” Ethan yells.

My hands curl into fists at my side. “I didn’t! You kissed me!”

“You’re…you’re messing with my head,” he says accusingly.

Anger flares in me. “Yeah, you tell yourself that,” I spit back at him. “Fuck, you drive me insane, Ethan. One second, I want to pin you against the car and fuck you in broad daylight, the next I want to throttle you until you fuckin’ die.” I huff and rake my fingers through my hair.

“Fuck you,” Ethan spits at me, then whirls around and rushes into the building.

As I watch him disappear, I can still taste him on my lips.

7

ETHAN

Ican’t breathe. I can’t think. Everything is fuzzy, hot, aching.

My body throbs with heat from my head all the way down to my feet, but the most obvious evidence is something I can’t deny.

My cock is so hard it’s painful. How could that happen from just one kiss?

One kiss.

I kissed Dante Romano.

He approached me in the parking lot, but I was the one who kissed him. I can’t even say he kissed me and I couldn’t get away. That’s not the truth.

“Oh fuck…oh God…oh no.” I pace back and forth at the end of my bed as I desperately try to ignore the ache of arousal that I’ve never felt this extremely before.

I sit down on the edge of my bed and drop my head into my hands.

In and out.

Breathe in and out.

I repeat this for longer than I can stand. Even still, my heart is racing in my chest.

My tongue darts along my lips.

I taste Dante’s cigarettes and black coffee…and I like it.

I want more of it.