Free Twinsequences (A Twisted Twin Series) by Jennifer Foor Page B

 
He
 chuckled.
 “Since
 I
 walked
 into
 a
 clean
 house.”
 He
 took
 one
 step
 closer.
 
“Since
 you
 cooked
 me
 the
 best
 home
 cooked
 meal
 that
 I’ve
 had
 in
 years.”
 He
 took
 
another
 step
 closer.
 “Since
 you
 sat
 there
 watching
 a
 channel
 that
 your
 sister
 can’t
 
stand.”
 He
 took
 one
 hand
 and
 ran
 it
 down
 my
 arm.
 “Since
 you
 put
 ranch
 on
 your
 
steak.”
 He
 brought
 my
 hand
 up
 to
 his
 lips.
 “Since
 you
 ordered
 that
 doughnut,
 when
 
you
 wanted
 my
 fritter.”
 
“You
 were
 testing
 me?”
 For
 just
 a
 second,
 I
 felt
 played.
 Sure,
 I
 was
 pretending
 
to
 be
 someone
 else
 the
 whole
 time,
 but
 it
 still
 rubbed
 me
 the
 wrong
 way.
 “Why
 did
 
you
 let
 me
 keep
 acting
 like
 her?”
 
“Would
 you
 have
 spent
 time
 with
 me,
 if
 you
 knew
 I
 knew?
 Would
 you
 have
 
let
 me
 kiss
 you?”
 
That
 tingly
 feeling
 overwhelmed
 me
 again.
 I
 thought
 about
 all
 of
 the
 places
 
that
 his
 lips
 had
 been.
 “I…”
 
“Willow,
 more
 than
 anything,
 I
 knew
 it
 was
 you
 the
 first
 time
 I
 kissed
 you
 
yesterday.
 Nobody
 has
 ever
 kissed
 me
 like
 that,
 except
 you,
 in
 the
 hallway
 when
 we
 
were
 in
 high
 school.
 I
 know
 you
 remember
 it.”
 
I
 didn’t
 know
 what
 to
 say.
 “I
 don’t
 understand.”
 I
 had
 to
 sit
 down,
 because
 I
 
was
 feeling
 like
 I
 was
 going
 to
 pass
 out.
 “Please
 tell
 me
 what’s
 going
 on.
 You’re
 
married
 to
 my
 sister.
 I
 can’t
 be
 with
 you,
 Stoshua.”
 
“You
 want
 to
 though,
 right?
 You
 want
 to
 be
 with
 me?”
 
I
 wanted
 to
 answer
 him,
 but
 this
 was
 wrong
 in
 so
 many
 more
 ways
 than
 me
 
just
 pretending
 to
 be
 Ivy.
 He
 hadn’t
 even
 asked
 about
 his
 wife.
 “Do
 you
 know
 where
 
Ivy
 is?”
 
He
 shrugged.
 “I
 don’t
 care.”
 He
 sat
 down
 beside
 me
 and
 leaned
 in,
 like
 he
 was
 
going
 to
 kiss
 me.
 
I
 pushed
 him
 away.
 “I
 care!”
 
He
 laughed
 at
 me.
 “Will,
 you’ve
 been
 gone
 for
 four
 years.
 Your
 sister
 hasn’t
 
changed
 a
 damn
 bit.
 She’s
 a
 manipulative
 bitch.
 Did
 you
 think
 you
 were
 really
 here
 
to
 help
 her?”
 
“She
 said
 she
 needed
 my
 help.
 She
 said
 she
 was
 desperate.”
 Now
 I
 really
 
wanted
 to
 know
 why
 she’d
 asked
 me
 to
 come.
 What
 was
 he
 not
 telling
 me?
 
“She
 needs
 help,
 but
 it
 isn’t
 something
 you
 can
 do.
 That
 bitch
 is
 mental.
 She
 
thinks
 she
 can
 control
 people
 like
 they’re
 her
 puppets.”
 I
 could
 hear
 the
 hate
 in
 his
 
voice.
 
“Stop
 saying
 that!
 She’s
 your
 wife.
 You
 loved
 her
 and
 you
 married
 her.
 I
 know
 
it,
 because
 I
 was
 there!”
 I
 pointed
 right
 at
 him.
 “I
 won’t
 let
 you
 say
 these
 lies
 about
 
her.”
 
He
 shook
 his
 head
 and
 looked
 away.
 “I
 should
 have
 known
 you’d
 act
 this
 
way.”
 He
 got
 up
 and
 walked
 away.
 
I
 sat
 there
 in
 the
 pale
 moonlight
 and
 tried
 to
 gather
 my
 thoughts.
 I
 thought