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She swallows hard.
“In fact I remember pretty much everything.”
Amara takes in a slow deep breath and busies her hands with another towel.
“I remember the way you gave in and stopped overthinking things. I remember the moment you let yourself go and just focused on the way us being together made you feel. I also remember every little noise you made, the soft whispers in my ear and the moment when you—,”
“Okay you can stop,” Her voice is shaky as she looks behind us like she thinks someone may witness our conversation. “I get it, you weren’t completely out of it, but that aside I think we both know that if we weren’t drinking, it probably never would have happened.”
“I’m not sure I agree.” It may not have happened that night, but I have no doubt it would have eventually.
She arches a brow at me indicating she doesn’t believe me.
“Are you honestly going to stand here and tell me that you didn’t feel something prior to that night?”
She doesn’t answer me.
“Because if I remember correctly I recall a specific night where you admitted that you’d wanted to kiss me forsolong.”
“Do you plan on holding that night over my head every time we talk?”
“No, but I do plan on mentioning it until you admit that this thing between us wasn’t by accident.”
“Ty,” she lets out an exasperated breath and fists the hand towel she is holding. “You and I will never work.”
“And why’s that?”
“Because you can’t be with just one person, and I don’t share.” Back to this again. What in the hell does everyone in this town think, that I’m some whore bouncing from one bed to the next.
“What makes you think I can’t be with one person.”
“Name one steady girlfriend you’ve had since I’ve known you, one that you’ve kept longer than a week.”
I hold her stare, running my past relationships through my mind when I come up empty which only pisses me off. “Well, maybe it's because I’ve been ignoring what’s been right in front of me.”
“You expect that line to work.” She grins and I can’t help but smile back at her. “This,” she motions between the two of us, “it won’t end well.”
“So, then why does it have to end at all?”
Waiting far too long, I step closer and cup the back of her neck pulling her body to mine. She starts to protest but I don’t wait for her words. Instead I press my lips to hers, and for a few minutes do all I can to remind her why this can work.
CHAPTERELEVEN
Amara
“Mar,” I jerk back from Tyler, and immediately bring my hand up to cover my lips. The burn from his whiskers reminding me of what just took place. My heart is racing when Lauren hurries into the back holding a magazine in her hand. Leah follows close behind, blowing a huge bubble from her lips, allowing it to pop as she skids to a stop in the doorway.
I watch as my seventeen-year-old twin sisters look at Tyler, then me, and then one another, and smile.
Of all the moments for them to barge into the shop, it had to be now.
“Hey, Tyler,” Leah is the first to speak and I can sense it before she even speaks another word.
I love my sisters. Absolutely adore them, we are close and have an amazingly strong bond, but they are also seventeen years old and still in that little giddy girl stage that drives me crazy.
Let’s not forget that Leah is very blunt, and vulgar at times. She has no filter and now, right at this very moment I need her to find her filter.
For the love of God, please let her act normal.
