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"I know…" she replied and forced her hand and the belt loosened, freeing herself, she stretched her hands towards me, "Can you hold me?"
"Alright," I agreed and embraced her.
She had slept with me…twice. But she didn't know that.
Natasha
Was this right? What was this peace I felt with him?
Chapter eleven
Twin Problems
Natasha
I woke up in a bed I didn't recognize. The room was painted gray - a depressing room color choice - but it made it easy to guess where I was. I was dressed in his pyjamas. I don't remember getting dressed, but he must have helped me out because I can be quite the heavy sleeper if care was not taken.
I lay back and stretched properly to get those morning tremors in. After that was done, I got out of bed and by natural instinct started my crunches and squats. I may not remember a lot about what happened, but I do remember him making dinner - feeding me some fruit while we were both naked. There were jokes about Garden of Eden here and there.
It was a fun night. Different from Ethan.
Ethan.
Oh my God, Ethan.
Was this okay?
I checked my phone and there were no new texts from him. I didn't know if I should text him. But it wouldn't hurt to check on him.
Good morning,I texted.
As soon as it delivered, I heard a chime from another phone. Ian's. I looked at the phone and slowly approached it. For some reason, it made me uneasy. As I got closer, there were sounds of footsteps. I turned and found Ethan in the room holding two cups of coffee.
"Ethan?" I called, almost in shock as I looked for a way to explain myself.
Hey, your younger brother, for some odd reason, manages to get my heart going at the same time and at almost the same frequency. Except last night when Ian's frequency seemed to be higher.
Don't hate me. I still…love…you?
"Wrong twin," he said with a pained smile.
"Oh I'm so sorry, I thought…"
"You tell us apart with our hair don't you?" he asked.
"Yeah," I sighed, "You two almost seem like the same person."
Once again as I stared at Ian; there were striking similarities between him and Ethan. But as for Ethan, there was something important about his body that I was missing. It annoyed me that I couldn't figure out exactly what it was.
"We get that a lot," he said with a calmer smile this time; then he handed me the cup. "Coffee? Might help wake you up properly."
"Thank you," I said as I accepted the coffee.
I stared at his phone. "You seem to have a text."
He turned to look at it, "Who texts in this day and age? My internet connection is off, so it might just be an app notifying me of something."
"Oh…" I said with a sigh of relief.
