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As Ethan walks around to get behind the wheel, I press my knuckles between my breasts, ordering my heart to slow the hell down.
It’s like my body doesn’t understand that this is not a real date. Ethan will never be my boyfriend or anything. This is a onetime thing, because tonight, I have to make out with some other guy, and then Ethan will never smile at me again.
CHAPTER24
ETHAN
Mikayla looks off-the-charts sexy tonight. When I walked in the door and saw her in that dress, my mouth went bone dry. All I could manage was a “Wow.” It kind of surprised me, actually, because I’ve been appreciating girls for a long time now, and it takes a lot to make me speechless. But there she went.
It makes me wonder if it’s specifically her or if my unsatisfied manhood is weighing in. But when I glance across at her in the passenger seat, my eyes skimming her curves, this tingling sensation in my chest warns me that it’s not all about my twitching dick.
And then she squirms in her seat, tugging on the hem of the dress again, and the tingles only get stronger.
Tingles? What the fuck is wrong with me?
I give my head a confused shake and focus back on the road, refusing to look at her again until we reach the house.
“Stay put,” I murmur when I park the truck.
“What?” She almost looks offended by my command and stubbornly opens the door before I get there. She’s swiveling around, ready to jump to the curb when I reach her.
“I told you to stay.”
“I’m not your puppy,” she grumbles.
“No, you’re my stubborn little mouse.” I grab her around the waist, lifting her out of my truck and setting her down. “I didn’t want you ripping that dress. It’s okay to let people help you.”
She narrows her eyes at me, then lets out a little sigh before mumbling, “Thank you.”
I grin. “You’re welcome.” Then I kiss her.
Which is weird, because right this second, we look like a cutesy couple, and I’ve avoided this sort of scenario for years. So why the hell does it feel so damn good right now?
“Let’s go.” I thread my fingers through hers, dragging her up to the house. Her steps are reluctant, and I can sense her trepidation growing. Before we reach the door, I spin around to check on her. “You nervous about something?”
She tugs on the side of her dress. “I don’t really do parties. I mean, like this.” She raises her chin at the house. “I’m way better suited to, you know… parties where you play charades or watch a game or play poker or something.”
She’s too adorable.
I kiss the tip of her scrunched-up nose. I can’t help it.
Grabbing her other hand, I hold her arms out wide and look down at her. “You’re a smokin’-hot college girl entering a party with one of the coolest guys on campus.”
She snorts.
“What? It’s true. You know it. I know it.”
She tips her head. “You just have confidence to spare, don’t you?”
“Yeah. Which is why I’m lending some to you.” I raise my eyebrows at her. “Now, repeat after me: I am sexy.”
She wrinkles her nose, shaking her head.
Leaning down, I level my eyes at her and gruffly command her to “Say it. We’re not leaving this spot until you do, and I can already tell people are looking at us and wondering what the hell we’re talking about, so just do it.”
With a heavy sigh, she mutters, “I am sexy.”
“Come on, Mick, with a little conviction, please. Look at yourself.”
