Page 69 of Sweet Girl
I’ve heard stories where guys will date a twin and they get duped somewhere along the way with the old ‘switcheroo’. That makes no sense to me, because even if the twins look exactly alike, there are certain characteristics that just can’t be duplicated. Voice, for example. Kady’s voice is huskier, sharper than Kylah’s, with sometimes a serrated edge to it. Kylah’s voice, though, has this lyrical quality. Soft and breezy, like the sound you hear from the ocean at dawn.
Their eyes are also different. Nothing can compare to Kylah’s wide-eyed, innocence. Her sister’s have a much harder edge, a very deep blue, that look an awful lot like a tempest sea. I can get lost in Kylah’s gaze. When I stare into her eyes, I see longing, trust, and adoration there. And maybe something more, but I’m too chicken shit to find out.
Kady waves in our direction and is just about to leave when she says, “Hey, don’t worry about being loud tonight. I’ll have my own action going on, if you know what I mean.” Her voice has a slight lilt and lots of sass as she closes the door behind her and we are once again alone.
Kylah stands a few feet away from me, her hands twisted in worry.
“Come here.” I reach out and wind my hand around her tiny wrist, pulling her to me.
“Wow, what a way to cap off a New Years’ Eve.” She heaves a huge sigh, allowing me to drag her over to her bed. “I’m glad it’s over for now and we can have the rest of the night together.” Her sly grin finds its way to my soul.
Sliding my hands through her hair at the side of her temples, I tilt her head to look up at me. Her expression is confusing. Still deep with worry, it also holds a profound mix of shyness, lust, and desire.
“There’s nothing I want more.”
Gently lowering her down to the bed, she stretches out underneath me, allowing me to languorously and sensually devour her body.
I count my lucky stars that I can start off the New Year with this sweet girl in my arms.
