Your Little Secret by Kirsty-Anne Still, Bethan Cooper Page B
Authors: Kirsty-Anne Still, Bethan Cooper
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lightly and yet again hated the comparison between her life and a damn fictional novel!
"Yeah, I saw Fifty Shades of Shit on the sofa," he teased her. "You are such a desperado."
Amber pushed him away, killing his sarcastic quip.
"Getting ideas for what Connor can do to defile you?" Ethan continued to joke with her, not being deterred.
"He isn't going to do anything with me." She pushed the thought of Connor away from her mind. She then got off the floor, went into the living room to grab the book and when she had it in hand she marched to the bin and just threw the book in. "I'm done with romance. I gave myself to a man once already and got rejected, and this time, this happened!" She looked at Ethan with a wild glare, "I'm done with love. It killed too much of me and I don't want to lose more of me."
"Then don't," Ethan said, reached for her and dragged her towards him just so he could embrace her. "You still feel like Amber to me."
"Good," she whispered against his chest, gripping onto his shirt as if he were only lifeline. Minutes felt like hours as he held her tiny frame in his arms.
"You feel like you've lost weight, Amber. Come on I'm taking you for food." Peeling herself away from him she gave in to him and nodded her head gently. "Where'd you want to go, angel? Anywhere you want."
Clapping her hands together she rubbed her palms against one another and gave him a wide grin forcing away her blackened emotions. "Where d’you think?" she asked giving him a wink.
Rolling his eyes at her he leaned forward to kiss her forehead. "Come on," he said as he pushed her towards the stairs. "Go get dressed and be ready in five, Amber."
***
Pulling into the driveway at the restaurant Amber lightly touched the interior of his Peugeot RCZ.
"I still can't believe you bought this car, Ethan. It's so beautiful."
Parking his car, switching off the ignition he turned to smile at her. "It was a present. I didn't buy it, Ambi, you know that."
"Yeah, but still-" she said as she reached for the door handle.
"Leave it," warned Ethan as he opened up his own door and walked around to open hers. His feelings for her were forever, he could never change that. Opening her door, he held out his hand so that her petite fingers could fall into his palm as she pushed herself up on his to leave the small space of the car. Standing on two feet, she leant up and kissed him on his cheek and he felt a shudder of excitement overwhelm his body.
"I love you so much, Ethan," she whispered into his ear as he brought her into an embrace. "I'm so sorry for hurting you."
"Shh," he hushed as she felt the tears build up again. "Let’s go eat some TGI's shall we?"
Being led to their seats by the well-endowed waitress, they sat opposite each other and Amber picked up a cocktail menu. Ethan watched her for a moment before he spoke, "You're lucky you’re not driving, Ambi, or paying for that matter."
She looked up from the menu, her left eyebrow cocked and a smug grin across her face. Flicking through the menu at a radical pace she stopped when she saw a champagne based cocktail. "Aha. Most expensive one on the menu," she laughed as he pulled a sour face at her and chose her usual Cosmopolitan. She watched as a waitress approached, less volume in her bust area, but more in her hair. She listened to Ethan order their drinks and she played with the corner of her menu, trying to deviate her thoughts. “So,” she started to say as the waitress bustled off.
“So what?” he asked her, relaxing into his side of the booth.
Raising her gaze, she saw him watching her intently. “What have you been up to since I saw you last?” She hated the sudden rush of panic that cascaded through her system. It was like wild panic, an unwanted fever pitch. “I’ve never gone this long without talking to you and,” she didn’t finish; she just shrugged, lost for words entirely.
“ Erm,” he started and then coughed to clear his throat. He suddenly felt
"Yeah, I saw Fifty Shades of Shit on the sofa," he teased her. "You are such a desperado."
Amber pushed him away, killing his sarcastic quip.
"Getting ideas for what Connor can do to defile you?" Ethan continued to joke with her, not being deterred.
"He isn't going to do anything with me." She pushed the thought of Connor away from her mind. She then got off the floor, went into the living room to grab the book and when she had it in hand she marched to the bin and just threw the book in. "I'm done with romance. I gave myself to a man once already and got rejected, and this time, this happened!" She looked at Ethan with a wild glare, "I'm done with love. It killed too much of me and I don't want to lose more of me."
"Then don't," Ethan said, reached for her and dragged her towards him just so he could embrace her. "You still feel like Amber to me."
"Good," she whispered against his chest, gripping onto his shirt as if he were only lifeline. Minutes felt like hours as he held her tiny frame in his arms.
"You feel like you've lost weight, Amber. Come on I'm taking you for food." Peeling herself away from him she gave in to him and nodded her head gently. "Where'd you want to go, angel? Anywhere you want."
Clapping her hands together she rubbed her palms against one another and gave him a wide grin forcing away her blackened emotions. "Where d’you think?" she asked giving him a wink.
Rolling his eyes at her he leaned forward to kiss her forehead. "Come on," he said as he pushed her towards the stairs. "Go get dressed and be ready in five, Amber."
***
Pulling into the driveway at the restaurant Amber lightly touched the interior of his Peugeot RCZ.
"I still can't believe you bought this car, Ethan. It's so beautiful."
Parking his car, switching off the ignition he turned to smile at her. "It was a present. I didn't buy it, Ambi, you know that."
"Yeah, but still-" she said as she reached for the door handle.
"Leave it," warned Ethan as he opened up his own door and walked around to open hers. His feelings for her were forever, he could never change that. Opening her door, he held out his hand so that her petite fingers could fall into his palm as she pushed herself up on his to leave the small space of the car. Standing on two feet, she leant up and kissed him on his cheek and he felt a shudder of excitement overwhelm his body.
"I love you so much, Ethan," she whispered into his ear as he brought her into an embrace. "I'm so sorry for hurting you."
"Shh," he hushed as she felt the tears build up again. "Let’s go eat some TGI's shall we?"
Being led to their seats by the well-endowed waitress, they sat opposite each other and Amber picked up a cocktail menu. Ethan watched her for a moment before he spoke, "You're lucky you’re not driving, Ambi, or paying for that matter."
She looked up from the menu, her left eyebrow cocked and a smug grin across her face. Flicking through the menu at a radical pace she stopped when she saw a champagne based cocktail. "Aha. Most expensive one on the menu," she laughed as he pulled a sour face at her and chose her usual Cosmopolitan. She watched as a waitress approached, less volume in her bust area, but more in her hair. She listened to Ethan order their drinks and she played with the corner of her menu, trying to deviate her thoughts. “So,” she started to say as the waitress bustled off.
“So what?” he asked her, relaxing into his side of the booth.
Raising her gaze, she saw him watching her intently. “What have you been up to since I saw you last?” She hated the sudden rush of panic that cascaded through her system. It was like wild panic, an unwanted fever pitch. “I’ve never gone this long without talking to you and,” she didn’t finish; she just shrugged, lost for words entirely.
“ Erm,” he started and then coughed to clear his throat. He suddenly felt
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