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And that’s when I remember.
How could I forget?
She’s having my baby. She’s not my one-night stand, my occasional date who comes back to my condo for me to fuck senseless and send home. She’s a forever type of girl. I can’t do this to her again.
I break the kiss reluctantly, and the desire shining in her eyes is almost my undoing.
“I shouldn’t have done that, Liz. I’m so sorry.” I try to force my body to calm down, but it’s impossible. I have to get out of here. I lean in and peck her quickly on the cheek. “I need to go. I’ll call you later.”
Resisting desire with Liz is what I need to do. I know who I am, and I need to stop leading her on.
Ignoring the surprise on her face, I get the hell out of there as fast as my ass can get out the door.
Chapter 8
Liz
What the hell is wrong with me? It’s been almost a week since Ethan kissed me, yet it feels like it just happened. I swear I can still feel the heat from his lips on mine.
I’m an idiot. Ethan is possibly one of the last people I should let kiss me.
Mister Anti-Relationship.
MisterI just want to be friends who have sex occasionally.
I shouldn’t have let that kiss happen. I’m blaming it on pregnancy hormones. Since Ethan returned, I’ve had these wild, vivid dreams, mostly about him. And it’s starting to annoy me.
I wake up sweaty and blame it on the temperature in my room. I know it’s not the temperature. It’s the constant thoughts of Ethan that seem to invade my every waking and sleeping moment.
He doesn’t seem to feel the same. The speed at which he retreated after our kiss was almost funny. Almost. It would have been funnier if I hadn’t been left in a state of complete arousal.
He may have run from the apartment, but at least he didn’t disappear completely this time. He texted me later that evening to tell me that he spoke with his mom, and she is apparently over-the-moon excited to have her first grandchild. She’s invited us to their house tomorrow for dinner.
Although I’m nervous to go over, a small part of me is hopeful. It would be nice if Ethan’s family could be supportive of our situation.
I lean back on my couch and rest my aching feet on the ottoman. My mind unconsciously wonders back to the conversation I had with Lana and Jess earlier. I finally came clean and told them Ethan was the father of my baby. They just about died with laughter at my confession. Once they realized I wasn’t joking, they sobered pretty quickly and looked at me like I was certifiably crazy.
“You were sleeping with Ethan this entire time? As in Jake’s brother? That Ethan?” Lana practically screamed. “And you never told us?”
“We agreed to keep everything casual. We weren’t telling anyone,” I automatically defended myself.
Jess’s face showed her shock. “Girl, but Ethan? Wow. I mean, he’s hella cute. I get why you’d be attracted to him. I’m just surprised you two would get together with him being Jake’s brother and all,” she said.
“I can’t believe you kept this a secret. How could you not tell us that he’s the father? We’re best friends, damn it,” Lana complained.
Jess nodded and pointed her finger at me, “Yeah, that’s some Grade-A gossip that you withheld from us. I’m pissed about that. And also a little hurt.”
I grabbed Jess’s left hand and Lana’s right hand. “I hated keeping the secret from you girls. You’re like family to me. It was just a really complicated relationship, and I didn’t know what to say about it. Please, don’t be mad.”
In the end, the girls were understanding and vowed to be there for anything I needed. And that made me feel really special, because I knew they were sincere. It was also a relief to get it off my chest. I hated keeping secrets from them.
No more secrets now. Everyone knows I’m pregnant. Everyone knows Ethan is the father.
Well, everyone knows except my parents. They don’t know about the baby and never will. Not that they’d care anyway. It would just be another nail in the coffin, another reason to hate me. They stopped taking my phone calls years ago, and I refuse to be humiliated by trying to contact them now.
Instead, I will focus on getting prepared for the baby.
I look around my apartment and mentally groan. The baby will be here in a few weeks, and I still haven’t bought anything other than some clothing. Lana wanted to throw me a baby shower, but I told her no. I don’t like being the center of attention. Besides, I have relatively few friends and no family. Other than a few casual acquaintances, I wouldn’t have many people to invite.
