Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 65480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
I move my hands to her sides, pinning her in place with my body. She leans back against the washing machine as I grow harder against her thigh. Mia closes her eyes and wets her lips, practically inviting me to kiss her. She wants this as much as I do.
When I brush my lips against hers, she lets out a soft moan. It’s nothing more than a light touch to tease her. To test the waters. A tiny smirk tugs at the corner of my mouth. Having this kind of power over Mia gets my blood pumping, giving me a high unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
“Ethan, what are you doing?” Mia chokes out, her breathing erratic. “Will could walk in here any minute.”
“But he didn’t,” I point out.
Frustrated, she sighs. “You should put dinner on the table before Will comes looking for us. You know how he gets when he’s hungry. I’ll be there in a few.”
“Right. I’ll leave you to it, then. Thanks, Mia.”
“You’re welcome,” she mutters. “Thanks for making me dinner. Most of the time, you’re an ass, but sometimes, I see a glimmer of the boy I once knew in there.”
I move away from her, hanging in the doorway for a few seconds. She rubs detergent into the fabric, oblivious I’m watching her. Thinking over her words, I channel the person I once was with Mia.
“Tell me something good,” I say.
She drops the stain remover in her hand and glances over her shoulder at me. “What if I want to start with my something bad?”
I smile at her. “Tonight, I only want to hear your something good.”
She grins so wide it illuminates her beautiful face. “It just happened a minute ago. You were always my something good.”
It takes every ounce of energy I have inside me not to close the distance between us and give Mia the kiss I’ve wanted to give her for ten years. Instead, I decide to leave her with something better.
“You were mine, too,” I admit.
It’s the truth.
Mia was my ray of sunshine during the darkest days with my father. I wish I didn’t have to walk away and act as if this never happened. It’s hard to act normal around Will when every feeling I ever had for Mia comes to the surface when we’re in the same room.
We need distance.
So, I do the right thing and walk away without another word wishing Mia wasn’t my best friend’s little sister.
After the incident in the laundry room with Ethan, I have trouble focusing on anything other than his mouth during dinner. I watch Ethan like a hawk, all while he rambles on to my brother about hockey. I zone out, having zero interest in their conversation. I couldn’t care less about hockey even after all these years of following my brother’s career. And I honestly don’t care to learn.
Between bites, Will asks me if I want more wine. I slide my glass to the center of the table for a refill.
After almost kissing Ethan, I need as much alcohol as I can consume. What was he thinking getting that close to me? Why is Ethan making moves every time we’re alone? He tests my self-control on purpose. If he had kissed me, I wouldn’t have stopped him. Either he’s trying to torment me, or he wants to kill me. Probably both.
Midway through our delicious dinner, Will gets up from the table to open another bottle of red wine.
On his way back to the table, he says, “You ready to go clubbing?”
Confused, I point a finger at my chest. “Are you talking to me?”
Will laughs. “Yeah. Who else would I be talking to?”
“Ethan,” I say, stating the obvious.
“You’re going,” Ethan growls. “It’s not a request.”
He reminds me of the beast from Beauty and the Beast when he commands Belle to eat dinner with him or starve. Ethan’s so bossy. He acts like an extension of my brother sometimes, and it’s annoying.
“You don’t control me,” I snap. “And I’m not the club type. Go without me.”
“There’s no such thing as the club type,” Ethan shoots back. “You either like fun, or you don’t, and since you have the personality of a ninety-year-old lady, we have no choice but to kidnap you if you don’t come willingly.”
“Wow!” My jaw drops, though I’m not the least bit shocked when it comes to Ethan. “This must be one hell of a club if you’re resorting to threats.”
“We’ve been there a few times,” Will adds. “It’s pretty chill. Just come out with us. Live a little, Mia.”
“What club?”
Will lets out a sigh of relief. “It’s called The Sixth Floor.”
Why is he so desperate to get me out of the house? I’m what you would call a homebody. I like staying in to read and catch up on my shows.
“Is that the new club on Delaware Avenue?”