Page 66 of Don't Date Your Ex Best Friend
He ran a hand through my hair as I sighed in relief, relishing in the feeling, “Because you got off that high from subspace.It’s called a drop and I have to make sure you were okay, Bella.”
“I am more than okay, E.”
“I don’t want to make you cry,” Ethan paused, and I held my breath, “I hate seeing you cry.Especially if I am the reason you’re crying.”
My hand lingered on his heartbeat as his muscles tensed.I whispered, “You didn’t make me cry, Ethan.You said it yourself.It was the hormones over-working in my brain.”
With my cheek pressed against his chest and his hand running through my hair, I couldn’t stop that nagging question which has been echoing in my mind for so long.So, I had to ask him.
Gulping nervously, I lifted on my elbow.“Why don’t you hate me?”I asked, my voice a small whisper.
He clenched his jaw, his eyes dancing over my face when he replied truthfully.“I did, Kiara.For so long, that every time I heard your name, I felt like punching a wall.”I pursed my lips when he added with a small smile lingering on his lips, his hand cupping my cheek, “But after a while, I was fine with you leaving me because I wouldn’t be here if you had left me.I would still look for you to validate and support my every decision, and I would never learn to be on my own.Yes, I missed you very much, but as I had said before, I can go through that all over again if it means having ...this.Being with you and holding you in my arms.”
Ethan wiped the small tear that left my right eye.I chuckled and leaned closer, I kissed him to let him know that I missed him for all these years as much as he had.“God, you make me horny when you go all cheesy and corny on me,” I whispered, removing the blanket from our bodies and straddling him.Holding the hem of his t-shirt I was wearing, I removed it, baring myself in front of him.
His eyes lit up as he gazed at my naked body still basking in post-coital glow with small marks imprinted on them.“Are you sure you’re ready for this?Aren’t you sore?”he asked teasingly, his hands caressing the skin on my waist when I moved my hair over my shoulder.
Biting my lower lip, I shook my head as I slowly humped him, waking him up and giggled when I felt him poke my ass.Ethan narrowed his eyes at me.I gasped when he rolled us over, his warm muscular body hovering above mine.I loved how big and strong he was compared to me and still cared for me as if I was a fragile doll.I cupped his face, kissing him on the lips and spread my legs.
“Make love to me, Ethan,” I whispered in his ear when his hands rested beside my head.
His lips brushed against my ear.I admired his handsome, rugged face when he whispered, “I will make love to you all night, Bella.Every fucking day of my life.”
A long moan escaped my parted lips when Ethan slowly slid inside me, his eyes never leaving my face as we made love, holding onto each other’s bodies and groaning each other’s name until we forgot our own.
I wassure Ethan Kane was ruining me for good the next morning.
As I was getting ready for the school, I had to stop myself from wincing at the sweet soreness from between my legs and the light pink hue on my ass.My cheeks were as red as tomatoes as I applied the lotion he had used last night to help with the healing.I will remember him every time I sit or move today.
Blood rushed to my cheeks as I took my handbag to the living room, making sure I had all my notes, books, and my laptop with me.When I turned to the kitchen to make breakfast, I noticed a big parcel wrapped in a red ribbon with a note,
I know you always wanted this edition.I hope you like it.
P.S.Breakfast is on the pan.
E
A smile lit up my face as I tugged off the red ribbon and opened the gift paper to reveal a beautiful hardcover of one of my favorite authors, Jane Austen.It wasThe Complete Novels of Jane Austenin lilac purple leather-bound hardcover.The book was heavy, but I was in utter awe at its beauty and the intricate design on the front cover.I loved it.I adored it, and I knew if I could, I would keep this edition on a pedestal.
Ethan had gifted me with this beauty.My heart melted, and I re-read his note once again, his handwriting sloped and perfectly aligned.His penmanship had always been beautiful, and I was always jealous because my handwriting changed on every page.I bit my lip when I read the last line again.Had he made breakfast for me?
I opened the lid of the pan to see fried eggs in a heart shape.I chuckled at the eggs and served them on a plate he had already readied for me with the buttered toast and avocado.
Did he make all this?How did he have the time to wake up before me, get the book, and make breakfast?
I shook my head at the breakfast and the book.
Somehow, I knew today was going to be a long day.
I was right.
My eyes widened when I saw a lunchbox on my desk in the classroom.The students giggled when I hurriedly kept the lunchbox in my drawer and pretended as if Ethan hadn’t kept it.How did he know I wouldn’t bring lunch today?
Ignoring the urge to open it, I focused on today’s class, giving them a stern look when they groaned at today’s assignment.I helped them when they solved it, raising questions so they could solve it on their own.I was proud of every student in my class and adored everyone.They always worked hard on their tests and never stopped asking for questions.
I had a break after two lectures, so I worked in my office and wrote.I still hadn’t opened the lunchbox to read another note or even see what he had cooked for me.I needed to focus on my writing.
Someone knocked on the door.I smiled, lifting my eyes from my laptop screen to?—
