Twinsequences (A Twisted Twin Series) (6 page)

She
 didn’t
 answer.
 
 
“You
 okay,
 babe?”
 Oh,
 wow,
 he
 called
 me
 babe.
 Butterflies
 filled
 my
 stomach
 
and
 suddenly
 he
 had
 all
 of
 my
 attention.
 
 
“Yeah,
 it
 was
 just
 my
 sister.”
 
He
 chuckled.
 “How
 is
 your
 sister?”
 
“Same
 as
 always.”
 How
 was
 I
 supposed
 to
 be?
 
He
 played
 with
 my
 ponytail.
 “Do
 you
 have
 plans
 for
 tomorrow?”
 
“Don’t
 you
 have
 to
 go
 away
 for
 work?”
 
He
 shook
 his
 head.
 “Not
 anymore.
 I
 think
 I
 want
 to
 spend
 the
 day
 with
 the
 
woman
 I
 love.
 Is
 that
 okay
 with
 you,
 or
 did
 you
 make
 plans?”
 
This
 man
 was
 so
 sweet.
 My
 sister
 was
 an
 idiot.
 “Yes.”
 
His
 lips
 kissed
 my
 chin.
 I
 closed
 my
 eyes
 and
 tried
 to
 settle
 those
 butterflies
 
again.
 I
 didn’t
 know
 what
 I
 was
 supposed
 to
 do.
 I
 couldn’t
 do
 this.
 I
 wasn’t
 the
 kind
 
of
 person
 to
 take
 advantage
 of
 people.
 She
 never
 even
 knew
 how
 I
 felt
 about
 him.
 
Had
 she
 known,
 I
 wouldn’t
 have
 been
 here
 alone
 with
 him.
 
“I’m
 getting
 tired.
 Maybe
 I
 should
 just
 get
 some
 sleep.”
 
He
 stood
 up
 and
 grabbed
 my
 hand.
 “We
 can
 go
 to
 bed.”
 
I
 looked
 down
 at
 the
 couch.
 “Do
 you
 need
 me
 to
 get
 your
 blankets?”
 
Immediately,
 he
 looked
 defeated.
 “I
 was
 thinking
 we
 could
 sleep
 together
 
tonight.
 I
 haven’t
 been
 drinking,
 so
 I
 shouldn’t
 snore.
 Besides,
 I
 wasn’t
 planning
 on
 
sleeping
 for
 a
 while.”
 
If
 it
 were
 up
 to
 me,
 and
 a
 perfect
 world,
 I’d
 have
 already
 been
 naked
 and
 in
 
his
 arms.
 Except
 my
 world
 was
 far
 from
 perfect.
 He
 wasn’t
 mine
 and
 I
 just
 wasn’t
 
willing
 to
 lose
 my
 sister
 completely.
 Sure,
 he’d
 already
 caused
 a
 strain
 in
 our
 
relationship,
 but
 that
 would
 end
 it
 all.
 I
 was
 supposed
 to
 be
 here
 helping,
 not
 getting
 
them
 divorced.
 
“I
 just
 started
 my
 period.”
 It
 just
 blurted
 out
 of
 my
 mouth.
 I
 could
 feel
 my
 face
 
turning
 a
 shade
 of
 red.
 
He
 laughed
 and
 brought
 my
 hand
 up
 to
 his
 lips.
 I
 watched
 him
 watching
 me.
 
“If
 you
 don’t
 feel
 good,
 we
 can
 just
 lay
 together.
 I
 just
 want
 to
 spend
 time
 with
 you.”
 
As
 long
 as
 he
 knew
 that
 we
 weren’t
 having
 sex,
 I
 could
 handle
 sleeping
 next
 
to
 him.
 In
 fact,
 I
 was
 looking
 forward
 to
 it.
 He
 was
 secretly
 fulfilling
 a
 fantasy.
 As
 
lame
 as
 it
 was,
 sleeping
 next
 to
 him
 was
 like
 a
 dream.
 It
 had
 to
 be
 enough,
 because
 it
 
was
 all
 I
 was
 going
 to
 get.
 
I
 knew
 where
 my
 sister
 kept
 her
 pajamas,
 but
 unlike
 mine
 that
 covered
 my
 
whole
 body,
 hers
 left
 little
 to
 the
 imagination.
 I
 felt
 embarrassed
 holding
 up
 the
 little
 
bit
 of
 fabric.
 Stoshua
 pulled
 off
 his
 jeans
 right
 in
 front
 of
 me.
 His
 shirt
 was
 the
 next
 
item
 to
 go.
 I
 couldn’t
 help
 but
 gaze
 at
 his
 sculpted
 physique.
 His
 body
 was
 even
 more
 
defined
 than
 I
 remembered.
 Before
 I
 even
 knew
 what
 I
 was
 doing,
 I
 found
 myself
 
licking
 my
 lips.
 
 
When
 he
 caught
 me
 looking,
 he
 smiled
 and
 started
 to
 approach
 me.
 I
 grabbed
 
a
 couple
 articles
 of
 clothing,
 without
 looking,
 and
 ran
 into
 the
 bathroom.
 With
 my
 
back
 against
 the
 door,
 I
 looked
 down
 at
 what
 I
 had
 grabbed.
 It
 was
 just
 my
 luck
 that
 
what
 I
 was
 holding
 couldn’t
 even
 begin
 to
 be
 considered
 clothing.
 Everything
 was
 
see-‐through.
 Panic
 struck
 and
 I
 didn’t
 know
 what
 to
 do.
 Stoshua
 was
 expecting
 me
 
to
 join
 him
 in
 bed.
 He
 wanted
 to
 wrap
 his
 arms
 around
 his
 wife
 and
 fall
 asleep.
 
 
I
 couldn’t
 go
 out
 there
 wearing
 my
 clothes
 and
 I
 wasn’t
 sure
 if
 I
 could
 put
 on
 
any
 of
 the
 things
 that
 I
 was
 holding
 in
 my
 hand.
 
 
Knowing
 that
 I
 didn’t
 have
 a
 choice,
 unless
 I
 wanted
 to
 come
 clean
 about
 who
 
I
 was,
 I
 slipped
 on
 a
 tiny
 white
 number
 and
 stared
 at
 my
 reflection
 in
 the
 mirror.
 
I
 was
 surprised
 that
 I
 actually
 looked
 decent.
 In
 fact,
 I
 let
 my
 hair
 fall
 down
 
my
 back
 and
 admired
 myself.
 
 
Stoshua
 knew
 my
 sister
 intimately.
 He
 knew
 every
 inch
 of
 her
 body.
 There
 
was
 no
 outfit
 that
 was
 going
 to
 make
 him
 believe
 that
 I
 was
 his
 wife.
 
 
I
 was
 scared.
 
 
My
 sister
 would
 never
 forgive
 me
 if
 I
 messed
 things
 up
 for
 her.
 I
 had
 to
 do
 my
 
best
 to
 convince
 him
 that
 everything
 was
 fine.
 After
 taking
 a
 few
 more
 deep
 breaths,
 
I
 opened
 the
 bathroom
 door
 and
 found
 him
 already
 tucked
 into
 bed.
 He
 sat
 up
 when
 
he
 saw
 me
 walking
 toward
 him.
 “You
 look
 so
 hot!”
 
I
 smiled
 and
 climbed
 into
 bed
 next
 to
 him.
 This
 was
 all
 so
 wrong.
 I
 knew
 
better
 than
 to
 agree
 to
 something
 so
 scandalous.
 Still,
 I
 couldn’t
 help
 myself.
 I
 was
 
drawn
 to
 him.
 “Thanks.”
 
I
 got
 comfortable
 on
 my
 back,
 staring
 at
 the
 ceiling,
 with
 my
 hands
 folded
 
across
 my
 chest.
 Being
 in
 bed
 with
 Stoshua
 was
 harder
 than
 I
 thought
 it
 would
 be.
 
He
 was
 right
 there
 next
 to
 me.
 I
 could
 have
 reached
 out
 and
 touched
 his
 chiseled
 
chest.
 I
 could
 have
 ran
 my
 hands
 through
 his
 dark
 wavy
 hair.
 I
 could
 be
 pressing
 my
 
lips
 against
 his.
 
 
But
 I
 didn’t.
 
 
I
 remained
 still,
 just
 waiting
 for
 him
 to
 fall
 asleep.
 
 
“Do
 you
 love
 me?”
 
His
 words
 caught
 me
 off
 guard.
 “Yes.”
 It
 was
 the
 truth.
 After
 all
 this
 time,
 after
 
he’d
 married
 my
 sister,
 I
 was
 still
 in
 love
 with
 him.
 
I
 felt
 his
 hand
 running
 down
 my
 arm
 until
 it
 reached
 my
 fingertips.
 He
 
intertwined
 his
 with
 mine
 and
 just
 held
 it.
 “Goodnight,
 beautiful.”
 
 
Stosh
 started
 to
 snore
 shortly
 after
 that
 comment.
 I
 lay
 there
 wide
 awake,
 
hearing
 him
 call
 me
 beautiful.
 I
 was
 practically
 naked
 in
 bed
 with
 him.
 We
 were
 
holding
 hands
 and
 I
 wasn’t
 about
 to
 let
 go.
 I
 had
 just
 a
 few
 days
 to
 be
 with
 him.
 It
 
was
 important
 to
 my
 sister
 that
 I
 did
 whatever
 it
 took.
 I
 just
 wasn’t
 sure
 how
 far
 I’d
 
have
 to
 take
 things
 and
 if
 it
 came
 to
 being
 intimate,
 I
 didn’t
 know
 if
 I’d
 be
 able
 to
 say
 
no.
 
I
 woke
 up
 in
 the
 middle
 of
 the
 night.
 His
 arm
 was
 draped
 around
 me
 and
 his
 
head
 was
 nestled
 into
 my
 shoulder.
 I
 couldn’t
 help
 but
 take
 my
 fingers
 and
 run
 them
 
through
 his
 dark
 hair.
 He
 didn’t
 flinch,
 so
 slowly,
 I
 reached
 over
 and
 kissed
 him
 right
 
on
 the
 lips.
 I
 left
 mine
 lingering
 over
 his.
 He
 was
 warm
 and
 I
 wanted
 nothing
 more
 
than
 to
 kiss
 him
 like
 he’d
 kissed
 me
 years
 ago
 in
 the
 hallway
 at
 school.
 I’d
 spent
 
many
 nights
 thinking
 about
 that
 kiss.
 
 
It
 was
 a
 good
 thing
 he
 didn’t
 wake
 up.
 
I
 finally
 let
 myself
 fall
 back
 to
 sleep
 knowing
 that
 his
 body
 was
 against
 mine.
 
It
 was
 good
 that
 it
 was
 dark
 in
 the
 room,
 because
 my
 smile
 was
 more
 than
 obvious.
 
I
 didn’t
 know
 what
 my
 sister
 had
 going
 on.
 I
 had
 no
 idea
 where
 she
 was,
 or
 
who
 she
 was
 with.
 All
 I
 knew
 was
 that
 she’d
 left
 me
 to
 take
 over
 her
 life
 in
 her
 
absence.
 In
 order
 to
 become
 my
 sister,
 I’d
 have
 to
 become
 Stosh’s
 wife.
 For
 some
 
reason,
 it
 made
 what
 I
 was
 doing
 worth
 it.
 
 
When
 I
 woke
 up
 the
 next
 morning,
 Stosh
 was
 next
 to
 me
 with
 a
 smile
 on
 his
 
face.
 He
 ran
 his
 fingertips
 over
 my
 arm,
 giving
 me
 goose
 bumps.
 “Good
 morning.”
 
I
 smiled.
 “Hi.”
 
“Are
 you
 hungry?”
 
I
 shrugged.
 “A
 little.”
 
“Let’s
 get
 dressed
 and
 go
 to
 breakfast.”
 
It
 was
 my
 favorite
 meal
 of
 the
 day.
 “Okay.”
 
“I
 want
 some
 French
 toast.”
 He
 sat
 up
 in
 bed
 and
 grabbed
 his
 pants,
 before
 
walking
 into
 the
 bathroom.
 Just
 when
 I
 thought
 he
 was
 getting
 in
 the
 shower,
 he
 
peeked
 his
 head
 out
 of
 the
 door.
 “You
 going
 to
 join
 me,
 or
 what?”
 
 
 
 
Chapter
 4
 
I’m
 bringing
 sexy
 back.
 
 
As
 much
 as
 I
 wanted
 to
 stand
 up
 and
 slowly
 remove
 my
 clothes,
 so
 that
 I
 
could
 join
 his
 hot,
 naked
 body
 in
 the
 shower,
 I
 knew
 I
 couldn’t.
 I
 already
 felt
 like
 I
 
was
 stabbing
 my
 sister
 right
 in
 the
 back.
 Granted,
 she
 talked
 about
 him
 like
 he
 was
 a
 
piece
 of
 crap
 and
 only
 really
 cared
 about
 herself,
 but
 he
 was
 still
 her
 husband.
 He’d
 
made
 his
 choice
 and
 it
 wasn’t
 my
 place
 to
 come
 between
 them;
 not
 that
 he
 would
 
ever
 want
 me
 anyway.
 
I
 was
 just
 the
 old
 friend
 that
 he
 probably
 felt
 sorry
 for.
 
When
 he
 got
 out
 of
 the
 shower,
 I
 was
 already
 dressed
 and
 ready
 to
 leave.
 I
 
couldn’t
 stay
 in
 that
 bedroom
 for
 another
 minute,
 hoping
 to
 catch
 a
 glimpse
 of
 the
 
water
 trickling
 down
 his
 sexy
 body.