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Grace stops and turns. Her beautiful aqua eyes widen as her dark hair hangs in soft waves around her face. “You haven’t checked in yet?”
“No.” The urge to touch her again is so damn strong, it’s hard to keep my hands to myself. Texts and FaceTime haven’t cut it since she left. But I force my feet not to move and my hands to stay put. “I came right here. I was cutting it close and didn’t want to miss the beginning of the show.” I shift my bag. “I’ve got everything I need in here.”
She cocks her pretty head to the side, staring at me as a dimple pops deep in her flushed cheek.
I fucking love when this girl blushes.
She and Everly may be identical twins, but from the minute I met her, she was all I saw.
“Or you could just stay with me.” Her flush burns brighter as she bites down on her plump bottom lip, and my dick jumps behind my zipper. “I mean, you could crash in Lennon’s room. It’s not like she’ll be using it or anything.”
I press my thumb against her lip, forcing it free, and drag the pad of my thumb across.
Fuck, I want this woman.
“You sure, good twin? I’ve got a reservation ten minutes from here. I wouldn’t want to scandalize you,” I tease.
Her long, dark, lashes kiss her cheeks, then she blinks up at me before nodding. “Maybe I’d like that.”
Tension clings to the humid air quietly surrounding us.
Grace grips the front of my shirt in shaking hands and tugs me to her. “I still can’t believe you’re here.”
I can’t believe it took me so damn long to get here.
I cup her cheek and press my lips to her head, inhaling her citrusy scent.
Man, I missed that smell.
“I was always coming for you, Grace.” I lift her face to mine, and her expressive eyes sparkle and darken as her pretty pink lips part, and she sucks in a breath. My thumb skims over her cheek. “Just you...”
Grace presses up on her toes, closing what little space there is between us. “I missed you,” she whispers and leans in.
She jumps back when the door to the alley slams open against the brick wall with a loud bang, followed by a group of dancers spilling out into the alley.
The sheer disappointment in Grace’s eyes makes me smile.
Yeah. . . she feels this too.
The pull is just as powerful tonight as it was that night in Kroydon Hills.
More powerful, if that’s possible.
I wrap an arm around her delicate frame. “Let’s get out of here.”
She leans into me wordlessly.
“Lead the way, tiny dancer.”
It doesn’t take long to get to her place. And she wasn’t kidding—she lives above a pub that looks like the city was built up around it over a few hundred years. From the outside, it doesn’t look like much. But as we climb the stairs to her flat, I realize how wrong my assumption was. It’s deceptively large inside. High-end furniture is mixed with an eclectic mash-up of vintage and, I’m pretty sure, hand-made pieces. Soft looking pink blankets drape over the small couch and both chairs, and similar throw pillows are scattered around.
This gorgeous girl spins in a circle with her arms out and her smile wide. “It’s not much, but it’s mine.” She points to one side of the room... and the more I look, the more I realize it’s a very pink room. “Your bedroom and bathroom are over there. Kitchen is behind me.” She moves in front of me and stops. “And my bedroom and bathroom are behind you. I’m going to jump in the shower.”
I drop both bags to the floor. “You sure you don’t mind me crashing here, good twin?”
Her hands press against my chest, and she nods. “How long are you staying?” Her voice is quiet and hesitant, like she’s holding her breath as she waits for the answer.
The tension between us is running hot and heavy and building higher with each passing minute.
