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My gaze drifts back over to Emmy. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

She pours herself more wine. “We’re twins, Sully. Equals. Three stupid minutes does not make me your baby sister.”

“Yes, it does. Nothing you say will ever change that fact. That also means I get to intimidate and threaten your boyfriends for the rest of my life.”

Emmy’s eyes meet mine, and crushing guilt settles on my soul like a lead weight. I’ve never betrayed a friend, and betraying my best friend is eating me alive. But sadly, after I’ve kissed his sister, there’s simply no turning back. I want Emmy. Even if it’s only for a few days, I intend to have her.

“Whatever, Sully,” she says weakly.

“Anyway, kids, I gotta go. I’m heading out soon. We’ll be up in a few days, so make sure you keep the beer cold, Mav.”

“Yeah, you know it,” I reply, gulping down more wine.

Sully sighs. “Fuck. This vacation isn’t going to be nearly long enough.” His voice suddenly grows stern. “Will, since I’m not there, it’s your job to keep guys just looking for * away from my baby sister, got it?”

Oh, dear Christ. I tip my head back and stifle a groan. “Yeah, I hear you.”

“That’s complete bullshit, Sully,” Emmy snaps. “I don’t need you to protect me. I’m a grown woman, understand? A grown woman who’s hanging up on you.”

He snickers. “Yeah, yeah. Stay out of trouble, you hear? I’ll see you both in a few days. Later, Mav.”

We say our goodbyes and Emmy ends the call.

I finish off my wine. “Well, that was f*cking brutal. Jesus Christ.”

“We got through it.” She puts her hand over mine. “He doesn’t suspect anything.”

“Yeah, but the lying and the betrayal still suck.”

“We’re adults, Will. Sully may be my brother and your friend, but he has no say in what I can or can’t do. He’s not my keeper.”

“How many guys do you think would be cool with their best friend hooking up with their little sister?”

She shakes her head. “Why does that even matter?”

“Because he’d never forgive me if he found out about us.”

“I think you’re wrong,” she argues. “Maybe if we talk to him—”

“No,” I say grimly. “I meant what I said. We’re hooking up, not starting a relationship. There’s nothing to talk about with him.”

She looks down at the floor. “I know.”

“And if you care about me, you have to promise that you’ll never talk about this with anyone. Not Violet. Not Peyton. Absolutely no one, Em.”

I must sound as desperate as I feel, because Emmy puts her arms around me and cuddles close.

“I wouldn’t do that to you, Will. Not without your consent. Please, let’s forget about this, okay? Let’s get back to where we were before he called.”

She places little kisses all over my face—feathery kisses that barely graze my skin. Thoughts of Sully’s wrath fade away, and I’m left with nothing but my ever-present desire for Emmy.

“That’s exactly what I want,” I say huskily, wrapping my arms around her. “C’mon. Let’s go upstairs.”





Chapter Twelve





EMMY




Will holds my hand as we walk up the stairs to his bedroom, and suddenly I can’t quite figure out how to feel. I’m excited, turned on, and completely, ridiculously nervous.

It is ridiculous to be nervous, right? I mean, it’s Will.

It doesn’t matter what I tell myself, though, because my pulse is racing, and my hands are sweating like crazy.

My brain turns over question after question in my mind. The main one being, “What’s Will Maverick like in bed?”

According to Lilly, he’s amazing. Like an off-the-charts, totally smoking hot sex god. Lilly also lies quite a bit, but this time I really hope she was telling the truth.

Ugh. I shouldn’t think about Lilly and Will sleeping together. I have too much going on in the feelings department to handle that right now.

I can’t help but wonder what he’s expecting of me. Obviously, I’ve had sex before. Plenty of times before, in fact. At least with Aidan.

Then again, Aidan never really seemed satisfied in the bedroom. I always felt like I did everything wrong.

Sometimes I wonder what he ever saw in me. I’d often catch him checking out women when he thought I wasn’t looking. It was always women with bangin’ hot curves and big boobs. I understand on a logical level why men would be drawn to that kind of look. But on an emotional level, it hurt, because I don’t look anything like that. It certainly didn’t do wonders for my self-esteem.

Aidan’s like a guy who drives a reasonably attractive, sensible four-door sedan but secretly lusts for a gorgeous, expensive sports car. I was the sedan in that scenario, no matter how much I longed to be the sports car.

Will walks over to the bed and sits down. As for me? I can’t seem to move out of the doorway.

“Are you coming in, Sunshine? Or do I have to check around for spiders first?” Will asks, grinning.

I burst into a fit of giggles and then snap my mouth closed. When in the hell have I ever giggled? Never, that’s when. I glance down at my hands, and they’re shaking.