In the charming town of Edinburg, Dulce runs her late mother's bakery. Her life changes when she agrees to a house exchange with a famous couple in Paris. Upon arrival, she is startled to find not one but two men (twins) sharing the house.
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The confession did not come as a surprise to Dulce. It was a relief to understand that the weird nature of their relationship might be due to their connected twinship. Memories of them being naked together in a single bed made their way to her mind, causing her to shake her head in an attempt to remove them but it was useless. Dulce had never experienced the intimacy of siblings or the honor of having a deep friendship, so it was hard for her to comprehend the normality of a bond like that.
"Are you guys comfortable with each other?" She asked.
"What do you mean by that?" Angelo replied and his expression, impossible to interpret, caught her off guard. She had presumed he would just get it, sparing her the need of explaining.
"You know..." She began.
"I've seen you sleep together before." She confessed, while holding her breath in anticipation. He did not answer fast. A smile played at the corners of his mouth instead
"Mhm...?" He murmured, inviting her to continue.
"Naked." She finished, her eyes dropping to avoid his.
Angelo, gently, lifted her chin with two fingers, forcing her to meet his eyes.
"We're close." He said simply. His response only increased her doubts.
Dulce moved on, once she understood the pointlessness of more questions. She placed her hand over Pierre's, lifting it gently to inspect the fresh wounds on his knuckles.
"I'm sorry, Pierre." She whispered, hoping her apology might reach him. But his soft breathing continued; He was asleep.
"Don't worry, Dulce. It takes a lot more than what you did to actually hurt him." Angelo threw in, in an attempt to ease her guilt. Instead, his words made it even worse. Takes a lot more? Has Pierre been hurt before? Her eyes went back to the wounds, wondering what might have caused him greater pain.
She brought Pierre's knuckles to her lips, planting soft kisses on them, once and then twice. She was so focused in her efforts to ease his pain, that she failed to notice his eyes on her. After the third kiss, she finally sensed them, half lidded and smiling softly.
"Hey there." He murmured, amused by her. Surprised, she let go of his hand and stood up quickly from her knees. She blushed.
Pierre, awake and disoriented, sat up from Angelo's lap, his eyes still on her. But she offered him no explanation. Instead, she turned and walked away, leaving to her room and once again turning her back on Pierre.
She closed the door behind her and wondered why she ran away like that. It was an intimate moment she, herself, started. Why was she acting like a little bitch? She rolled her eyes and plopped herself on the bed, hoping time would go by quickly so the boys could fall asleep before she'd take a shower. However, a knock on her door was heard and then the voice from behind it spoke "Can I come in?" It was Pierre and her heart sank again. Why was she feeling this way?
"Sure, come in." She responded, sitting up against the frame of the bed. She crossed her legs, in an attempt at being more reserved and he smiled once he noticed.
He sat on the round sofa near the door. For a moment, he said nothing, simply watching her. The silence between them elongated, as they each quietly admired the other.
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"Let's all take a break." He suggested casually. Dulce frowned with confusion.
"A break?"
"Yes, a break from everything. The three of us." He clarified.
"I'm not sure what you mean by that." She replied, searching his face for clues.
Pierre stood from the sofa. He crossed the room then dropped to his knees at the end of the bed, his arms resting on the edge. He looked up at her through his lashes. That gesture gave her dejavú of a very recent night and it sent a shiver down her spine.
"Let's pretend nothing happened. Let's start over, the three of us. We can have game nights, we'll cook for you, listen to music, be friends... everything will be great." He proposed. Dulce closed her eyes imagining it all very vividly.
"I'm so sorry I've caused you problems with Arthur." He added softly, pulling her back to reality. She opened her eyes to find his smile had faded.
Dulce said nothing, but the conflict inside of her was clear. She reached out her hands to find his cheeks and gently guided his face so his eyes would meet hers.
"You've been nothing but a sweet boy to me, Pierre. I'm so sorry for misleading you." She apologized. After taking a deep steady breath, and before she could second guess herself, the words came out. "Let's start over."
Pierre's eyes stayed on hers for a while. But then, he slowly got up and broke the connection. He offered her a small, almost yearning smile before turning away.
"I'll let you get some rest." He said, his voice low. Without waiting for her reply, he walked out of the room, closing the door quietly behind him.
Dulce's heart was racing but she stayed exactly where she was. The room felt empty all of a sudden and she closed her eyes when exhaustion got the best of her once the weight of everything that had happened settled over her.
When she opened her eyes again, it was to the warm glow of the sunlight peaking through the curtains. While stretching lazily she realized she felt more rested than she had in days.
Before she could process how late she had woken up, the door creaked open, and someone stepped into the room. It took her a moment to realize who it was.
"Good morning!" Angelo greeted her with a teasing grin, as he leaned against the doorframe.
"Angelo?" She asked, her voice still groggy with sleep. She ran a hand through her hair, trying to fully wake up. "Are you going to work?" She asked.
Angelo laughed softly, shaking his head. "No, I just got back." He replied casually but observing her closely. "You must have been really out of it not to hear me come in."
Dulce blinked, trying to figure out the missing time. "I didn't realize I slept so late." She murmured, still feeling disoriented.
"You needed it." He said, stepping closer. "Long night, huh?"
His words brought in memories from the night before, and she nodded, still thinking about Pierre's proposal. "Yeah..." She replied softly, looking up at Angelo.
He studied her for a moment and then his expression softened. "Well, you're awake now. How about I make you some breakfast? Or lunch, I suppose." He offered, trying to lighten the mood.
She smiled with appreciation. "That sounds nice." She agreed, pushing the other thoughts aside, at least for now.
