Page 120 of Triplet Babies for my Ex's Best Friend

“We shouldn’t—” I start.

“I know.”

But his hand brushes lightly against my waist as he steps past me… or tries to, but instead of continuing, he pauses.

“Still thinking about last night?” he murmurs, close to my ear.

Oh. That’s unfair.

I turn my head slightly. Now we’re even closer.

“Don’t,” I whisper.

“Don’t what?”

“You know what.”

“I do,” he says.

And then his lips collide with mine.

My hand fists in his shirt without permission, pulling him back before he can step away.

His hand comes back to my waist, pulling me flush against him as his mouth finds mine again, deeper, slower, like he’s savoring something he knows he shouldn’t have.

I melt.

My heart's racing, and my thoughts are a complete mess ofthis is a terrible ideaanddon’t stopfighting for dominance.

Spoiler:don’t stopis winning.

His thumb brushes along my jaw, tilting my face slightly, and the gentleness of it almost undoes me more than anything else.

Because this isn’t just heat, it’s not just impulse, it’s…

“Dad?”

We freeze, break apart like we’ve been caught breaking the law.

Oliver’s voice echoes faintly from the hallway.

Ethan exhales slowly, stepping back, control snapping back into place like it never left.

I, on the other hand, am still trying to remember how breathing works.

“I should…” I start.

“Yes,” he says.

“Right.”

“Right.”

We stand there for half a second longer, looking at each other, like we both know exactly what just happened, and exactly how bad it is.

“This is a disaster,” I whisper.

“Most likely,” he agrees.