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Where Ezra is darker in personality, more serious about things, Damon is the lighter side, his outlook on life far more easygoing.

But this?

How we’re positioned right now?

This is more than playful.

It’s dangerous.

Planting my hands against his chest, I smile at the humor in his eyes, but also know just how loose his trigger is. I don’t want to hurt him. I care about him more than he’ll ever know.

He’s just not Ezra.

Unfortunately, my efforts to shove him off are useless. Damon is much stronger than me. Much larger.

“I’m good, but I’d be better sitting up,” I tease, hoping like hell he’ll catch the not-so-subtle hint.

Something I can’t interpret flashes behind his eyes, quickly there and gone again before he nods his head and rolls off me, allowing me to sit up.

When his hand catches mine, I glance down at him.

“Why are you here?”

Another flicker ofsomething, and it’s enough to tug at my heart.

I did this.

I caused it.

Nobody can be blamed but me.

“Because I thought things were good between us.”

He gives me that damn crooked smile I love so much.

“After what happened at the party, I thought the three of us could try this again.”

The three of us.

That’s the kicker.

It was never supposed to be thethreeof us in the end.

Only two.

That’s the promise I made.

The mistake I made.

It was one or two slip-ups, if you can call them that. Moments when I should have thought better about what I was doing.

Moments like now.

There’s something else about the twins that’s so unlike each other.

While both are feral, wild in their own way, there’s a distinct temperature difference in the way they function.

Ezra is much colder than Damon. He’s power and control and domination, while Damon is hot, his actions always overtaking his thoughts, his instincts driving him without concern for the consequences.

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