Page 7 of Fade (Fighting Fate)

I paused. The fogginess of my brain sensing something wasn’t right.

“Oh, please don’t stop. It feels so good,” she panted out. “You were right. I know that now. Please forgive me.”

I squeezed my eyes shut. What the hell was going on? Did she really just call me Ryan?

She dug her fingers into my skin. “I don’t want to lose you, Ryan. Please. I know I shouldn’t have turned you down. I just wasn’t sure I was ready to have sex . . .”

Fucking hell.

I pulled back, my desire shot down in flames. That fucking douchebag twin of mine was going to cop an absolute earful from me in the morning.

“Ryan?” she asked, her voice sounding more and more unsure.

Throwing back the covers, I climbed from the bed. “I’m not Ryan,” I growled.

I didn’t mean for my voice to come out sounding so accusing, but Ryan had really pissed me off this time.

The girl jackknifed up to sit, pulling the sheet up to cover her chest. “What?”

“Shit.” I grunted, running my hands through my hair in frustration. “I’m really sorry. I’m not Ryan. I’m Daniel, his brother. I thought you knew.”

I wasn’t sure how the girl’s eyes got any wider than they already were, but they did. I saw the comprehension come over her, and she covered her mouth with her hand in shock.

“You’re Daniel?”

I dropped my hands to my sides. “Yeah. I really am sorry. If I had known you thought I was Ryan, I would’ve told you sooner.”

Her gaze constantly took me in, sweeping my hair, my face, my chest.

“You look so much like him,” she whispered.

I gave her a humorless grin. “That’s usually what identical means.”

She watched me for a moment, still clutching the sheet to her chest. “How did you not think I was here for Ryan? Do you normally have random girls creep into your bed in the middle of the night?”

Shit. How did I answer that? She obviously didn’t realize Ryan was a major player.

“I . . . uh . . . no, I don’t.” I rubbed the back of my neck uncomfortably. “To be honest, I was ready to tell you to go away, but you kind of smelled and felt incredible. You’re kinda hard not to want.”

Despite the low lighting, I could still tell she was blushing from my words. What the hell was she doing with my douchebag of a brother?

“Could you . . . uh . . . maybe turn around or something while I get dressed?” she asked softly.

“Oh, right, of course. Sorry,” I mumbled, turning and running my hands over my face.

I listened to the rustling of clothes as she dressed, only coming out of my head when I heard her soft voice.

“Sorry?” I turned to find her fully clothed in a very tight, very short red dress. It was nice—sexy as hell—but it didn’t really seem like it suited her.

She blinked at me. She looked sad all of a sudden. “This isn’t Ryan’s room.”

It wasn’t a question. I wasn’t sure ho

w she wanted me to answer. If at all. “Uh . . . no. His room’s down the other end of the hall.”

She bit her lip, her gaze falling to one of the flower petals on the floor. Shit. She looked so dejected.

“I’m really sorry. I’m so embarrassed,” she said, putting her hands on her cheeks. “I guess I’ll go try the right door.”

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