Page 53 of Best Mistake Ever
But I do.
Some devilish instinct takes me over and I step forwards and press my mouth to his, sliding my hands into his hair and feeling our bodies meet, skin to damp skin.
And it’s so good. So right.
The feel of his mouth on mine is exquisite.
His lips part and instinctively, I slide my tongue against his, loving the taste of him.
Through my fog of lust, I’m aware of his hands gripping my hips and the press of his erection against my stomach.
Ohhh. I want more, so much more.
But I can’t have it.
It’s not mine to have.
This is everything I shouldn’t want right now.
But I do want it. So much I ache.
A sob works its way up from my chest, but I manage to suppress it at the last second before he can hear my distress. The effort of doing this brings me to my senses.
I have to stop this. And I have to tell him why.
‘Wait, Jonah, wait—’ I mutter against his mouth.
Reluctantly, he draws away from me. I can feel his entire body trembling with the effort to stop this going further. Just as mine is.
‘That was all you this time. You kissed me first,’ he points out, his breath coming quickly.
‘I know. It’s not… it’s just… I have to tell you something.’
I can’t believe I have to say this.
I screw my eyes shut.
‘I’m not Dee,’ I whisper.
Tentatively, I open my eyes and see complete confusion in his.
There’s a heavy silence while he tries to process what I’ve just said. His gaze roves my face, his brow pinched, as if he’s looking for the joke, waiting for the punchline.
‘What? What do you mean?’ He’s utterly baffled, understandably.
‘My name’s Beatrice. Bea. I’m Dee’s twin sister.’ I swallow, my throat dry with fear.
‘Sister,’ he says, but it’s not a question, it’s a statement of fact. Cold and to the point. Like he’s just put two and two together and all the inconsistencies he’s noticed without consciously realising are suddenly making sense to him.
‘Yes. We’re twins.’
‘You said that already. Identical, I’m guessing.’ Again, it’s not a question.
‘Yes.’ My heart is thumping so hard, it feels as though it might break out of my chest.
‘What the hell is going on? Why are you here and not Dee? What the—? This is surreal!’
‘I know, I’m sorry, I can explain. I’m, er, I was taking over for Dee for a few days because she hurt her ankle and couldn’t walk.’
