All Chapters of Choosing You: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ETHANWhat’s the plan? A date with Paisley so I can try to figure out whatever mystery about her is wrecking my focus. Then I figure out where to go from here. Only… I’m not itching to get her alone. In fact, whenever I think of it, I get more of that inward cringe, and shudder like I’m in danger of having my nuts ripped off. That can’t be right. I glance at her, and she smiles back. It’s toothy, ear to ear like she’s practically bouncing around like a child on the way to the toy store, knowing they’re about to get everything they want. My stomach plummets. What the hell?“I really like your car, by the way. Did I tell you that outside?”Yes.“I love the dark color.”She said that too.“It’s not just a BMW though right?”I frown. “What do you mean?”“I mean, it’s special. Upgraded. It costs like a lot of money.”I glance at her. “Did you look it up?”She shrugs, but at least has the decency to look away like she might be embarrassed. “So, do you think people are going to lose their m

ETHANI don’t know what’s wrong with me. It’s a girl. Just one girl. But somehow I can’t stop trying to figure her out. Literally. Because how could I have gotten this wrong? I stare at the ID. The one fucking clue that made me feel so sure. And now… I’m fucking confused. It was there in that basement after my encounter with the girl I’d been with once before. And it wasn’t there when I’d entered. I would’ve seen it. Seated on my bed, sneakers on—because I feel like getting out of here at any second—I hold the damn thing between two fingers then rotate it so it’s upside down. The girl in that library basement was the same as the girl from a week before. The same as the girl from a week later. And none of them is Paisley Sullivan. That was proven last night with my hands on her. I turn the ID again, still wondering how I got this wrong, while trying to figure out how I could’ve been so stupid. The signs were all there. Paisley in person is nothing like the girl I’ve been looking for.

ETHANPiper’s friend flees as I approach, leaving her standing there all on her own in that damn bikini. Her hips even more pronounced. Her skin is smooth, appearing so soft, I want to reach out and run my hands all over it. From her evenly tanned arms, down her silk, toned legs. I want to see them wrapped around me. I need that like I need to stand next to her and dissuade anyone else from trying to talk to her. I see the looks on the faces of every guy out here. They have ideas that I can’t allow, even if I also can’t partake myself. Won’t. I won’t. Because this shit is fucking madness. I was curious, but I don’t want Piper.My eyes don’t give a fuck about that declaration. They roam up those smooth legs to the curve of her ass. An ass I want my hands all over again. Fuck. How did this happen? I was supposed to be steering clear of her today. Of all things Piper so I can forget the girl I’ve been secretly hooking up with. Pining after like I’m fourteen again and desperate for a litt

ETHANI slept like shit last night because of a mix up I still can’t believe I made that led to the date from hell. And I spent most of the morning beating myself up about it. My entire afternoon has been plagued by Piper. Finding out that she’s the one I kissed in that basement. The one I’ve been making out with and wanting for days—weeks on end. It’s Piper. And that little realization has done nothing but make me reevaluate all the times I’ve just stared at her from afar.What was I doing anyway? I’d argue that it was my own curiosity. But now… shit has become a little more complicated. I’ve made a decision to stay the hell away from her. After all, no good can come of this. But that doesn’t stop the thoughts. It doesn’t change the memories of me thrusting between her legs, with my tongue in her mouth. It doesn’t stop the need burning inside for someone that I can’t have. And every time I think of all the ways she hasn’t tried to use me, I get a little more turned on. I can picture

ETHANI should stop this. I know I should. But, fuck… I can’t remember why I’d want to. You know what it’s like when you have a hankering for something but you don’t know what it is? You can’t figure it out, so you continue to go without it. Then one day you stumble upon that taste that you’ve had in the back of your mind forever, and it’s like damn, that’s fucking amazing. Yeah. It’s like that.Piper’s denim covered pussy brushes my hard-on and that denial slips further away, leaving room for more temptation to sink in. More desire to take over, spurring my actions. I abandon her neck in search of her plump lips again. Hand at her thigh, still hooked around my hip, I lift her onto the countertop, poising her bubbled ass onto the edge. She hums with approval, curving her fingers around my shirt bunching it into her hands. Damn it, I want this. Her body rocking against mine. Her legs wrapped at my waist. And my tongue in her mouth. I want it all. Fuck everything I said before. At least