All Chapters of Choosing You: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

PIPERDamn him. He’s right. I doubt anyone can kiss like Ethan. And it pisses me off even more. More than the sight of him flirting with Paisley— my friend—one minute after having his tongue in my mouth. More than the way he simply walked out after that kiss. A kiss that meant everything to me. It was one of the best moments I’ve ever had and one of the greatest disasters I've ever experienced. How depressing is that? I calm my breaths before entering the lecture hall. I’m early. I should skip. I wanted to. But I’ve never cut a class a day in my life. Not even when I was ten years old, sick with a stomach bug. I can’t imagine doing it now, with my future on the line. Besides, it’s stupid. Unrealistic. I can’t cut every time Ethan kisses me. Not that it’ll ever happen again. I need it to never happen again, because it’s so damn confusing when he does it. I want him. He acts like he wants me. Then he’s off trying to mess with another girl seconds later. Ethan is bad for me. Very bad. A

ETHANI fix my clothes. “Cool. What’s your favorite kind of takeout?”The way she ponders this question is cute as hell. That one thought enough to make me realize I’m in trouble.“Chinese,” she finally says.“Okay. Favorite thing on the menu.”“That feels like a trick question. It’s hard to choose. But gun to my head, I’ll say it’s between orange chicken and boneless spareribs.”“Why did I think you were going to name something light and dainty,” I joke.She raises an eyebrow. “You think someone can get an ass like this with light and dainty?”“No,” I reply. “Definitely not.”Heat blooms on her cheeks, but she rolls her eyes playfully, pushing me back so she can hop down off the desk.“So,” I say, stepping away and grabbing the remote. Everyone’s got a mounted TV in their room—another perk to a private school. “What do you want to watch?”“You have cable,” she asks.“I have streaming,” I correct. “No one has cable anymore.”“Well excuse me,” she says teasingly.I smirk. “So, what’ll

ETHAN“You left,” I tell her like she doesn’t know.“I had to work.”“What time,” I ask, but I already know the answer. I’m just proving a point. After doing the same shit to others in the past—after doing it to her—I finally get what it feels like to have someone run out on me after sex. I didn’t like it. Last night had been fucking amazing. This morning my muscles were coiled tight, and yet I reached out, looking to tighten them some more. I was going to fuck her brains out. Yesterday wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy this urge in me to have her. If anything, it’s become more intense. More demanding. There are more positions I need to put her in. So many ways to watch her take my cock and they all flashed through my head this morning when I woke up, ready to nurture another of those urges.“Nine,” she admits.I step closer. “So… You left—what?—three hours before you had to be here?”“Four,” she corrects, with a shrug. “Just following the rules.”“What rules are those?”She seems conf

ETHAN“How did I let you talk me into this,” Piper whispers, as we hide in the shower stall.The bathroom has a revolving door at this hour. People coming and going, probably getting ready for the same party I’m supposed to be getting ready for. Instead, I’m hoisting Piper up, supporting her back against the tile wall, and wrapping her legs around my waist. It’s risky, fucking her here. But I’d be a liar if I denied it’s been on my mind all day. Piper under the hot spray with soap suds on her amazing tits. It’s a mouthwatering sight. I grip the condom off the shelf.“How are we supposed to get out of here?”“Where’s your sense of adventure,” I tell her, tearing the foil packet with my teeth and pulling the latex out. “You telling me you don’t want to do this?”She smirks, with the same look in her eye she gets lately when she thinks I don’t see her checking me out.Ever since I realized she was the one in the basement, I’ve been seeing her eyes on me. There’s something present when sh

PIPERMy stomach bottoms out. All the beer from earlier threatening to make a reappearance. I have no right feeling like I do. Ethan’s never been anything more than a crush, until that kiss in a basement. Now he’s a crush whose dick I’ve had in my mouth. Inside me. He’s felt me come. I’ve tasted him. Suddenly, I feel like I’ve been punched in the gut.Leaning in, Ethan listens to whatever Paisley whispers in his ear, those intense eyes flash with his amusement, standing out against his olive skin and dark hair. A broad build, he’s tall, with a chest that girls fantasize about falling asleep on. And glorious six pack abs. Can’t forget those, since I can’t help but run my fingers all over them when we’re together. He’s gorgeous. Beyond gorgeous. And smart, with this total bad boy sex appeal. Though, right now, I’m having a hard time seeing him that way, because he’s leaning against a wall, with my best friend pressing her body against the very chest I dream of, when clutching my pillow