ETHAN

I hold Nora’s small body against my chest and figure I’ve got about five more minutes of willpower. I can’t do this. I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anything, but it’s way more than that. I love her. I want to marry her.

Why in the hell did it have to be my best friend’s daughter?

I’ve asked myself that question a million times, and I still don’t know the answer. I just know it is.

I run my hands along her back, amazed at how damn soft her skin is. I resist the urge to cup her ass, even though I know her skirt is still...