A Kiss—Interrupted.
Olivia Bennett froze, acutely aware of the tension between them, barely daring to breathe.
Ethan Carter rested his head on her shoulder and let out a long sigh. “Being a gentleman has its price, you know.”
His breath was hot against her ear and neck. Olivia felt her cheeks burn—redder than a boiled lobster fresh from a summer clambake.
She could feel his unsteady breathing, and after a moment’s hesitation, she whispered, “Is it… that uncomfortable?”
Ethan gave a wry smile.
Watching every day but never getting a taste? Of course it was torture.
Olivia nibbled her lip, summoning every ounce of courage she had. “At my last doctor’s appointment, they said… it’s okay, you know.”
Her voice was barely more than a squeak by the end. If they hadn’t been pressed so close together, Ethan would never have heard her.
He knew her well—Olivia always got flustered easily. For her to say something like that, she must have been braver than he’d ever seen her.
But her effort only made things harder for Ethan.
He kissed her soft, pale neck. “You sure you know what you’re saying?”
Olivia was practically on fire, but after a moment she managed a tiny, breathless “Yeah.”
Ethan’s eyes darkened.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
Susan’s voice followed right on its heels. “Mr. Carter, Olivia! Lunch is ready. Come down and eat!”
Olivia jolted, startled. Ethan held her close and called back, “We’ll be right there!”
Footsteps faded down the hall.
Ethan looked at her flushed face and pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “Let’s go eat.”
The interruption scattered all of Olivia’s hard-won courage in an instant. She bit her lip, wondering how on earth she’d managed to say what she did just now.
She got up without meeting Ethan’s eyes.
He rose and stood beside her, gentle as ever. “Go on ahead,” he said.


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