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Surprise stills me in place to look up and meet a pair of amber eyes staring down at me, Damon’s crooked smile knocking me off balance.
“Hey, Red.”
With one arm braced against the doorframe, Damon reaches out to tip his finger beneath my chin and close my mouth.
Amusement dances behind his eyes because it’s obvious I didn’t realize my jaw had dropped to see him.
“Not expecting me, I take it?”
I shake my head, both in answer and to rid myself of the surprise.
“No. Sorry. How did you get in here? Does Ezra-“
“He doesn’t know I’m here, and I’d like to keep it that way.”
Blinking once at that, I ask, “Okay. But how did you get in?”
“Your brother.”
Ugh.
Fucking Dylan.
He’s been the biggest asshole to me in the past few weeks.
I was hoping once he got his new car, he’d be out and about with little time at home, but it hasn’t happened.
Every night, he has friends over, a damn party in the common rooms and halls that I have to avoid.
When I don’t say anything, Damon grins.
“Are you going to let me in, or are we going to stand here staring at each other?”
“Oh, yeah.” I open my door wider and step back. “Sorry.”
He chuckles and walks past me, my head craning up because I always forget how big the twins are until I’m standing next to them.
They were tall in high school, but now that they’ve grown into those frames, they practically swallow the space around them.
My room feels tiny with him standing in it, and when he drops his weight on my bed, he makes that tiny, too.
Propping his body up against my pillows, he tucks an arm behind his head and stares over at me. I’m still standing near the door, attempting to swallow down a lump in my throat.
Dread lines my spine as I close the door and walk over to sit on the side of the bed.
I should have known better than to get close to him. For as big as he is, Damon’s also fast.
He lunges forward and wraps an arm around my waist, giving me enough time to squeak before I’m laid flat over the bed and he’s on top of me.
Both his forearms are braced on either side of my head, those gorgeous eyes of his sparkling with humor. I’d be crushed if he wasn’t supporting his weight, but his lower body pins mine in place, his heat sinking through my clothes to caress my skin.
“How have you been?”
Something many people wouldn’t guess about Damon is that he’s insanely playful. Yes, he has a temper to rival even the worst hothead, but when he’s not angry about something, he’s laid back. Funny, even. Not as serious about things as his brother.
That’s what I learned in the time I spent with the twins, those weeks when they were my boys and nobody else’s.
There are many differences between them besides the freckle, you just have to know them well enough to see it.
