Free Your Little Secret by Kirsty-Anne Still, Bethan Cooper Page A

Amber?"
    "Nothing I guess, you remember how she was at Uni. Couldn't stand our friendship." Locking her phone and throwing it on the side she finished off her sandwich and tea and went over to the sofa to switch on Jeremy Kyle. Patting the sofa next to her, Ethan jumped from his seat and pulled her into his arms.
    His mobile began to ring in his sweat trouser’s pocket and he sighed when he saw Eva's name. Seeing the name and feeling ferocious Amber pulled away. "Just go to her."
    “Ambi,” Ethan spoke as if he had been burnt by the speed Amber had pulled away. “What’s up?”
    Putting her hands on her head, Amber stood up and began to pace, “I wasn’t going to say anything, but you shouldn’t have to lie to her because of me. So go to her, keep her happy and I’ll do just fine.” Dropping her hands down, she looked at him, “Don’t lie to Eva because of me.” She noticed he was looking at her more and more confused. “I wasn’t asleep last night when you took that call,” she spoke gently and saw realisation dawn on his face. “I hate that I feel like I have to keep our friendship a secret, but I will do it!” her voice went high as she said that. “For you to be happy, Ethan, I’ll let you lie about spending time with me.”
    Ethan stood up, and grabbed her across the coffee table, “I’m going to tell her that you and I spent last night on the sofa and I’m going to be all open with her. I don’t want to lie. I will have you both in my life.”
    “Then go to her,” Amber smiled as she slumped into his hold on her arms. “I had my Ethan cooked Sunday breakfast. Go,” she used her head to point towards the door. “I’m going to ring Luc and get her to come over for a girl’s day.”
    “Want me to stay?” he asked as he pulled her around the small table and made her sit down. She shook her head and he leaned down, kissing her cheek chastely. “Okay, text me before you go to bed.”
    “Will do,” she smiled up at him and watched him finally take his moment to leave. “Oh and, Ethan,” Amber called out as he reached the door way. She looked up at him solemnly. “If she causes a fight over Tuesday, pick her.” She dropped her gaze and shook her head as she hit rock bottom. “It’s just a birthday. I’ll get another one next year.”
    “Hey now,” Ethan said stepping back into the room, going to her and sitting on the table in front of her. “I am not missing your birthday for love nor money. She can do without me for one night. I will be here singing on your doorstop Tuesday morning whether you let me in or not.”
    “You have a key,” Amber fought back with a pathetic pout.
    “Well then no arguments,” he said, kissing her nose as he did so. He pushed himself up from the coffee table and looked down at her. “I don’t care if she kicks up a fuss. She’s fresh back in my life. You’re a constant. You’re my first place prize.” He pulled her up and into his arms, literally giving her a bear hug, “I love you, Ambi. You drive me insane, but I promise you one day you will smile and know that everything is just working out perfectly.”
    Hearing the door slam she sat on the sofa with her head in her hands. Deciding not to wallow in self-pity, she curled her legs up under her and tried to find on her TiVo box some kind of angry Gordon Ramsey programme. Her phone vibrated on the coffee table and a photo of Connor appeared in the background. She took in the photo for a second, he was deliciously topless, a photo from when they went to Ibiza together. She took this photo to remind her of how lucky she was to have him. Feeling guilty she answered the call.
    "Hey, baby," he said in a seductive tone that made her damp between her thighs.
    "Hi," she replied trying to keep her aroused body at bay. She ached for him, missed him inside her. "I fucking miss you, Connor," she flustered through a breath.
    "Sounds like it, angel, you're so horny aren't you?" he could tell by the way she