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I’m definitely going to hell for this. Probably a little faster with each kiss, too—yet I couldn’t stop.
What with the way she fit against me so perfectly, and the amazing things she could do with her lips and tongue, I decided it’d be worth it.
Seriously, how was I supposed to resist this drop-dead gorgeous girl who also made superhero and humping-unicorn jokes?
It was like I’d made her in a lab, only I wasn’t creative enough to mix in some of the awesome things about her. That also sounded a bit too Frankenstein’s monster, so I needed to abandon that analogy. She wanted to be done with thinking, and so did I. I boosted her into my arms, my hands planted firmly on her ass as I rolled my tongue over hers.
She lowered her forehead to mine and made an mmm noise that made me feel like a rock star. Since there wasn’t anywhere for me to lay her down—probably a good thing, because my self-restraint was crumbling by the second and I’d never be able to resist crawling over her and getting lost for a while—I reluctantly lowered her to her feet.
The slow drag of her body ripped a ragged groan from me.
“Dinner?” she asked, the breathlessness in her voice only making me want to see just how breathless I could make her. “It looks like there’s a burger joint in the middle of that strip of shops, and I bet we could get the ice cream you owe me for dessert, since we survived and all.”
“Maybe now you’ll have a bit more faith in me.” Even as I said it, it stung. She shouldn’t have faith in me. She should kick my ass to the curb, and she undoubtedly would if she knew I was an imposter who was standing in for my brother. My brother who had stumbled into a relationship with a perfect girl, but was too stupid to see it, so he was letting her go.
Even worse, I was glad—I couldn’t stand the thought of Gwen being his girl and hugging and kissing him while I stood by and pretended it didn’t tear me up inside. The thought of any guy touching her made toxic jealousy seep into my gut.
Once again, I wondered how I could feel this strongly after knowing her for a couple of days.
How much more fun could we have if we had more time?
But that wasn’t a possibility, and nothing would change the fact that if she found out I wasn’t Evan, she’d be angry, and I couldn’t go on for the rest of my life pretending to be someone else.