Chapter Thirteen

Her lips had swollen, but the slight pain she was feeling in them seemed to be the essence of the pleasure. Ethan was a good kisser, she admitted. He knew when to thrust his tongue and how to make use of it so that she enjoyed every bit of the kiss.

When he let go of her lips and began to kiss her neck, it suddenly occurred to Alethia that her mom was present. But it was strange that she felt okay about it as if Alethia was supposed to share Emily's man anyway.

Alethia frowned. She tried to wrap her head around a single reason why her mom should be okay with her making out with Ethan in her presence, but the only thing she could place her hands on was that…

Is she dreaming?

Suddenly, the visuals began to cave in, and everything began to disappear, abandoning Alethia to deal with whatever consequences there would be if the scenario had been real. But it wasn't, and now she wasn't even sure of anything.

"Aleth?" Ethan called again. This time, Emily startled out of her trance and stared