Buried secrets, two girls with the same face, and a boy who loved too much.
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When Travis and Nicole meet on a bus for the first time, he thinks she's his ex, Rachel, who broke his heart two years ago. But he doesn't understand why she's pretendin...
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"THE HOUSE IS QUIET," I observed with a glance around the deserted living room as Travis locked the front door.
I twisted my purse straps as he shrugged out of his jacket and loosened his tie. Carefully, he laid them against a couch.
"Huxley followed Nellie to the sleepover," he replied, "and my mom is with my aunt Miranda."
His blue eyes were deeper, more intense as they shifted to mine. An alluring heat glided against my skin, and I backed away instinctively.
"As for my dad," he went on, "only God knows where he is."
The back of my legs hit a couch the moment the meaning of his words sank into my brain. We were completely alone, and from the cocky quirk of his lips, he seemed to have read my thoughts.
The lights flicked off, but I could still see him clearly as he crossed the room toward me. All night, I'd been looking forward to this moment. Now that it was here, my nerves were racing. My purse tumbled from my hands and landed with a dull thud on the sofa.
"Rebecca," he said softly. "Are you scared?"
A little.
A lot.
Because the effect he had on me was too strong. Too undeniable. I was defenseless around him, and I was still trying to get used to that.
I couldn't find my voice when I tried to answer. He was close now, staring down at me in a way that made me tremble with anticipation. My fists clenched at my sides as I fought for a semblance of the control he seemed to have no problem wielding.
"So tense," he murmured. I bit my lip and tried unsuccessfully to repress a shiver as his hand glided up my neck.
He inched my head so our eyes met and held. "I don't want you to be afraid of me," he said. "I won't hurt you."
I swallowed. "All right."
"Good."
My lips parted in a soft breath as he kissed the corner of my mouth. Desire surged through me from the simple gesture. His hand slowly trailed down my arms until he had each of my clenched fists in his hands.
Pulling back to search my face, he said, "You're so pretty." I quaked from his stare. "Kiss me?"
Even though I stood in heels that added inches to my height, I still had to stretch to touch my lips to his. Our eyes closed.
He made a low sound in his throat as he moved his lips on mine. My head spun. Like at the party, this kiss was soft and slow. So soft that I sighed and floated towards him. There was no rush.
