You’re blabbering, again. Ethan doesn’t even think when he grabs your face and presses his lips against yours.

The interviewer in front of you gasps, as do you, your eyes wide but unconsciously shutting. His lips slowly part with yours, “There.” He whispers.

“Shut up.” Ethan swallows and reluctantly takes his hands off of your face. You’d been doing an interview, since you’re the youngest billionaire in the world, but you were over-sharing. So Ethan kissed you. Great for dating rumors.