His eyes flick away guiltily.“I knew it. You can’t bury it all deep inside you and expect to feel better eventually.” I twist my arms to reach my zipper and tug it down.“You’re right.” He shoves a hand through that hair. “I’ve grieved a little. Mostly when I’m alone. What are you doing?”I step ou
He’s silent when he finishes, and my chest feels like I’m sitting at the bottom of the ocean. All that pressure is enough to make me cry. So this is why he’ll never love. The full, awful picture makes a sick kind of sense, I suppose. Michael has a huge heart. So instead of hurting someone, he’ll hur
MichaelI catch Lilly easily, even with the wine in my veins and the heaviness of my heart. She’s a decent swimmer, but I’m better. It feels good to do this again, like riding a bike. I catch her right as we near the shore and scoop her into my arms. She’s laughing and pounding at my chest as I haul
“Michael. Your tux.” She bites her lip.“I don’t care.” And then I lay down and pull her on top of me.She runs her hands over my jaw, my shoulders, my abs, until she gets to my groin. Her hand stills, and she traces the muscles there. Her lips are parted and swollen, and I want to drive up into whe
“More, Michael. Please.”I pull her up so she’s nearly flush against my chest, and I grip her throat with one hand, just to remind her I’m there. As my fingers close around her jaw, she arches back.“You like that?” My voice is rough in her ear, and she shudders and nods.“It’s never been this good.
Lilly“I’m not sure,” I say slowly. “Levi has never been that kind of brother. For one, he’s my twin, even if he’s the more responsible one. So it’s not like he tells me what to do. But I get the sense that he’s…I don’t know. Protective of you? A little jealous of your time?”Michaelis nodding. “I k
MichaelWaking up with Lilly in my arms is as satisfying as I imagined it would be. Twenty-year-old me would be delighted to know that she does sleep in those tiny shorts, which are somehow better than her being naked. She’s also a very active sleeper, migrating from one side of the bed all the way
“You don’t have to—”I look up at her. Her eyes are uncertain. “What gave you the impression that this is an obligation?” I run my lips over the top of her thigh, and she trembles.“You like it?”“It sounds like I need to prove to you how much I love it.” The need to make this the best she’s ever ha