We Got Love, The Crazy Kind

In a late night, Max Bar, Ethan Adams was stung by the bitter sweetness aroused by drunk Mia.

Sleeping on the couch, she had a beautiful profile. Rosy cheeks, delicate lips and a scattered lock of hair swaying in her sweet breathing. Drinking in her features, Ethan Adams was struggling with his flying hormones.

Hesitatively, he smoothed a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

Holy shit. It felt so good and soft… Adams caressed her face back and forward on the back of his hand.

“Liam…” Mia muttered, dragged his arm towards her, demanding for a hug.

Disarmed by alcohol, Adams lost his balance and bowed headlong onto her.

“Mia, sorry… I didn’t mean to…” Ethan elbowed against the sofa, trying to sit up straight.

“Liam, shush… stay with me…” Mia begged tenderly against his ear. Her breath was soft and sweet.

“I…” against the stern warnings of his subconscious, Ethan was entranced by the tempting proximity of Mia, scrabbling around for self-restraint.

want me at all?” From beneath her lashes, Mia cast him a cloudy, needy gaze. God, it was

his neck, Mia reached around his face frantically with her lips and gave a blissful sign

she kissed

current zapped

God! The girl he had been longing for more a decade,

everything else… friendships, reputation

he would die to set his sexual

man! Even when he was nothing but a backup in her

white gauze, Mia turned to shun the glow,

hell! It was Ethan’s thigh! She

panic attack, she screamed, pushed him away desperately and grabbed a pillow to cover her body. Holy crap! How did she end up sleeping with him?

Ethan was spiked through

and something else—oh, no, it was utter disgust—as if he is the last man in

I am sorry… I think I

am leaving at once! Nothing happed last night! Will