All Chapters of The Harper Twins: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

As her alarm went off, Aimee actually found herself eager to be up and about her day. She was surprised she wasn't exhausted since she was unable to fall asleep right away after arriving home last night. Her mind, as well as her body, was still full of the aftermath of Clint Asher. Nothing happened, of course. Clint behaved like the perfect gentleman. She wasn't sure whether she was sad or happy about that. A part of her wanted him to take her right there on the couch. Instead, they cuddled while watching the movie and then he kissed her at the door when she said she needed to go. She ran her tongue over her lips, remembering the taste of him, the warmth of his lips as his tongue parted hers and slipped inside, teasing her tongue as they embraced each other, their bodies pressed hard together. She was surprised more hadn't happened right then and there. Perhaps he was just being cautious because his daughter was in the other room. By the bulge in his shorts, she knew he wanted the same

The air was a blanket of carnival food—funnel cakes, popcorn, corn dogs, caramel apples and pretzels. It was humid as the Florida air made everything sticky and the crowded fair didn't help the oppressive feeling. Still, it didn't matter. She was there with Clint and Abigail, trying not to get sick on the rides and watching him throw baseballs and rings to attempt to win "his two ladies" a stuffed animal. She laughed as he forked over another five dollar bill to the man on the other side of the wood barrier and was handed his three baseballs. "You're going to go broke, you know. No one wins at these games." He just looked at her with an exaggerated shocked look on his face. "Oh ye of little faith.""Okay," she said, holding up her hands in mock surrender. "But don't say I didn't warn you."Twenty dollars and a sore arm later, he managed to win Abigail a small elephant with droopy eyes. Aimee snaked her arm through his and snuggled up to him as she kept him from pulling out another fiv

Her cell phone rang, jarring her out of a deep sleep. Aimee rolled over, groaning with the movement that her body did not want to be making. She had nowhere to be and no intention of coming up with something. It was a pajama and smut book kind of Saturday.The night had not gone as she hoped, but it was still late before she crawled into bed. She smiled as she laid her head back down on the pillow, thinking of the way Clint kissed her, the way he held her, the pressure of his lips against hers. The cell phone still rang. She reached for it, her muscles screaming that they weren't ready for the day to begin, yet. She wasn't ready, either. Through eyes that needed to be forced to focus, she glanced at the screen. Mitch Greenway. She dropped back onto the pillow, a loud groan escaping her lips. She did not need this so early in the morning. She rolled her head to the side and stared at the clock. 10:15. Okay, so it wasn't so early in the morning. She still didn't need to deal with Mitch

She was going. She didn't care what her conscious told her at the moment. She would not allow her sister to dictate who she could or could not date. They were not in high school anymore and the jealousies her sister had were ridiculous. It was merely a way for her to manipulate control over Aimee and she would not stand for it. How Karla chose to live her life was up to Karla, but to expect everyone else to follow the same guidelines was just childish.Aimee stared at herself in the mirror. She took a deep breath. Admit it, girl. You like the attention, as well. She did. She wasn't used to being chased as much as she was at the present. Hell, she wasn't used to being chased, period. In high school, she only had one real boyfriend and he ran off on her after he took her cherry at graduation. She avoided contact with the male population after that until she went off to the University of Florida, where she met Henry Warren in her Cyber Forensics class. They started dating and, without her

Aimee stretched, her muscles screaming at her as she did. She knew she needed to get up, but her bed felt way too good. All she wanted to do was hibernate under her thick comforter. Last night, she came home to her mother and sister drunk and making a mess of their kitchen. Alcohol bottles were scattered everywhere, and the counters were sticky with fruit juices and sodas. Aimee just shook her head and went to bed. Her night ended too well for her to allow her family to ruin it with their chaos. On her way to her room, she saw the shopping bags and the new clothes thrown everywhere. Karla obviously connived some money out of their mother. Clothes and alcohol. What a shopping spree.She wasn't sure why she even cared. It was a never-ending battle trying to keep her sister from milking her mother out of everything she owned. Their father had only been gone a couple of years, lung cancer having taken him way too early, and their mother needed what he had left her to survive. Yet, Karla di