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 WATER LEVEL ROSE as she discarded the towel wrapped around her body and settled herself into the tub, her back facing my chest. Her hair was fastened in a topknot on her head, earrings gone.
My soapy hands immediately fastened to the flat of her stomach, journeyed up the curve of her breasts, then back to her stomach.
I was a very clingy boyfriend.
Sighing contentedly, she leaned her head against my shoulder. The soft whir of the jacuzzi filled the peaceful silence as our bodies conversed in a language of their own.
"This is nice," she said lazily as my thumbs worked the muscles of her shoulders. "I feel like I'm turning to jelly."
"Next time," I whispered close to her ear, "we'll remember to bring champagne."
Her back hit my chest as she completely surrendered to the relaxing sensations coursing through her body. She hummed under her breath as her hands leisurely played in the warm, bubbly water. The sweet scent of bath salts permeated the air.
"I finally satisfied my curiosity." Her voice was so languid I could feel the sly smile in her words.
"About?"
"How engineers fuck."
I raised a brow and chuckled against her neck. "And how do they fuck?"
She shrugged a bit and thought for a while. "You know... calculated, thorough. Effective. Irresistibly... sensual."
"Interesting." Still chuckling, I kissed her temple. "And I was like that with you?"
"That and more," she whispered. "It was... very amazing."
I smiled into her hair, unable to hide my pride. "Careful there, Blue. I might gloat."
"I'll beat you up if you do."
I kissed her cheek and lifted her up onto my thighs, her back still against my chest. Her fingers lazily drew heart shapes in the soapy water on my knee.
"What's your genotype?"
She turned to glare at me. "Now, why on earth do you want to know-" Her eyes widened. "Oh, you want to marry me."
I kissed her nose before she turned away. I was very, very touchy. "Right."
"Well, I don't want to. In fact, I'm dumping you right now." She turned to glare at me again. "How's that funny?"
