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"Today" is embedded in my wrist to go with Zane and Zoey's "Yesterday" and "Tomorrow" tattoos.
Zane scoffs. “Little Miss perfect four point oh wants another?” he asks genuinely surprised.
“Absolutely!”
I grin. Twins or not, they couldn’t be more different. Trouble finds Zane wherever he goes like a magnet with his devil-may-care attitude. He loves a good party and being the center of attention. He is a laid-back easy-going goof ball with a heart of gold and hair to match.
Zoey has always been the quiet one. She bends over backwards to make everyone happy and her sweetness draws people to her much like Zane’s rebellion. She is smart, creative, funny, thoughtful and beautiful.
Damn is she beautiful. Long, wavy, dark hair falls to her waist contrasting her ice-blue eyes that I swear can see into a person’s soul. She always looked so tan even in the damn winter. You’d think it was fake if you didn’t know any better which I did.
Her body is insane. No real-life girl should look like that. She is a goddamned fantasy with her large tits and ass that were joined by a tiny flat stomach. Perfectly portioned is what she is.
Of course, she attracts looks from any male within fifty yards of her. She’s totally oblivious to how insanely gorgeous she is which only adds to the appeal.
And she has no idea how fucking hard I am any time we’re in the same space.
She’s my best friend. She’s my best friend’s sister. If she were my brother’s ex, then we’d officially mark off every off-limits rule that men live by. Meaning I can’t have her no matter how badly I want her.
I knew she’d love the tattoo. It has meaning to her and gives her an outlet to express herself. We’re alike that way, but, while I’ve already got a few tattoos under my belt, she had to wait until she was eighteen.
What I didn’t expect was her to be so Zen while she got inked. The look on her face hit me below the belt hard. No pun intended. Then again, the same thing happens when I watch her eat, walk. Hell, even when she does math.
As I’ve pointed out – I’ve got it bad.
I’ve been best friends with Zane and Zoey since I was nine. I can pinpoint when I knew my feelings for Zoey changed to when I was sixteen – even though if I’m being honest it was even before then – and Ryan Davenport started talking about how hot she was in the locker room. It pissed me off, but not in the brother/friend/platonic kind of way. Nope. It was all jealous possessiveness. His nose is still crooked.
“So, what now?” I ask them. The night is still young and I’m not ready to go home just yet.
“Cameron’s party?” Zane grins. I can see him trying to decide which girl he wants tonight.
We look at Zoey. She’s the deciding factor since I don’t give a shit where we go. She shrugs like she doesn’t care. “That’s fine with me. Just don’t ditch me, Jerk.”
Zane grabs his chest in mock offense. “I would never.”
“Yes, you would,” I say. “No, scratch that. You will.”
He punches my arm. “Not cool, man.”
“Just being real,” I shrug.
He rolls his eyes with a groan. “Sometimes I wish you were a little less real.”
I smirk. It’s my contributing factor to our little trio. Zane is the laid-back clown. Zoey is the sweet little dreamer. I’m the realist asshole with a chip on his shoulder.
I turn to Zoey who is still bouncing up and down on her feet. It’s so fucking cute watching her barely five-foot body bounce like a little kid at Christmas. “I won’t ditch you, Zo,” I tell her knowing she’ll believe me. She is never far from my sight at these things. Even if she doesn’t realize it.
She snuggles into my side with her arms around my waist. Right where I want her to stay.
Cameron’s house is packed to capacity. I swear all six hundred plus students from Allen High are there. The music is so loud it vibrates through my body before we get in the door.
Everyone greets the three of us as we work our way through the crowd of teenagers. There are kegs and liquor spread throughout the house courtesy of Cameron’s parents. As is the lake house, which is away from anyone who could complain about the noise.
Fist bumps and high fives are passed around everywhere we go. The perks – or consequences – of being the star quarterback and receiver of the state champion football team for all four years of high school. Zane loves every minute of the adulation, but I just accept it for what it is.
Don’t get me wrong. I love football, and it has gotten me my scholarship. There is nothing in this world I love more than the feeling of throwing that ball and connecting for a touchdown pass. The feeling of knowing you contributed to winning the game. It’s all amazing.
But I don’t play for the awards or praise. I play because I love it. I play because I have worked my ass off to be the number one ranked high school quarterback in the country. I could’ve gone to the draft this year, but I’m not stupid. One wrong play, one bad hit, and it all goes up in flames. I want to get an education, but I also want to play college ball for more experience.
