Read Online All The Way (All Series Book 3) by Natalie Ann - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Natalie Ann
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‘she said yes’ so I’m guessing it just happened.”
“You didn’t know he was going to do it?”
“No, but I’m not surprised either.”
“How do you know that’s what he asked her then?” Brynn questioned while she wiped off her hands.
“I know my brother almost as well as I know myself.” He typed back quickly to Phil. Tell Shorty welcome to the family. My lips are sealed until Sunday.
“Is it true then? What they say about twins knowing each other so well?”
“It is with Phil and me. See this scar above my eye?” He pointed over his right eyebrow to the faint scar that had been there since they were children. “Phil did that when we were kids. We were always beating on each other. My mother didn’t care, just always told us to be careful. But one day, Phil elbowed me, not on purpose, but I swear he cried harder than I did.”
She chuckled, and he snickered. “Okay, he really didn’t. Eleven-year-olds try not to cry, but it did hurt, and so did the ten stitches. Regardless, he apologized for a week. Did everything for me, even my chores around the house. He said at night that he kept feeling a throb in that spot on his head and wanted to know if I felt it too.”
“Did you?”
“Actually, I was. It was kind of freaky; then again, we were used to things like that.”
She was smiling warmly at him, and he felt his heart pick up its beat again. So much for the relaxing calm they had for the last two and a half hours. The tension was building in him again. “How long have Phil and Sophia been together?”
“Since spring, at least officially. Unofficially, they’ve been dancing around each other for years.” He held her stare as he said those words, then watched the meaning sink in as he closed the distance some more.
“Dancing around how?” she said in almost a whisper.
“Sophia is Kaitlin’s best friend. We’ve known her for almost six years. I now believe there was some underlying connection for years between them, even though they never acted on it, or so they said. Something tells me that might not be the truth. I think there was more than either of them said before they finally told everyone they were dating.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Because I’m starting to understand the dancing-around thing myself.”
“How’s that?” she said, standing her ground as he took a few more steps, his eyes drilling into hers.
“Why don’t you tell me? I know you’re smart. I know you know what I’m talking about. I see it just as plainly as you do.” Her eyes—the brown of them turning just a shade darker, then filling with heat. Oh yeah, she knew, all right. The question was, would she admit it or not.
“Dancing can be fun,” she said, almost breathlessly.
“It can be, but I would rather know what the next move is going to be,” he countered. She opened her mouth, then closed it again, no sound coming forth. “What? Nothing to say?”
She shook her head and he closed the distance even more, testing her and maybe himself. Stopping right in front of her, his eyes traveled the length of her face from her brown hair pulled back in a ponytail to her rich chocolate eyes, then over the speck of spackling mud on her cheek, right to her lips. “What about you? What’s your next move? Don’t you want to know?”
She lifted her eyes up and looked into his. His hand came out and gently wiped at the mud on her cheek. “Yeah.”
“Here is what I know,” he said in a low voice. “I know you’re as attracted to me as I am to you. I know you watch me when you think I’m not looking. And I know your heart is racing right now. Want to know how I know those things?”
Gulping, she nodded wordlessly.
“Because I do the same and feel the same exact way.” He leaned toward her, lowering his mouth to see what she’d do. She didn’t move, even inched closer to him, so he moved his mouth over hers, his lips just grazing. Softly, lightly, just a touch, just a taste. She
“You didn’t know he was going to do it?”
“No, but I’m not surprised either.”
“How do you know that’s what he asked her then?” Brynn questioned while she wiped off her hands.
“I know my brother almost as well as I know myself.” He typed back quickly to Phil. Tell Shorty welcome to the family. My lips are sealed until Sunday.
“Is it true then? What they say about twins knowing each other so well?”
“It is with Phil and me. See this scar above my eye?” He pointed over his right eyebrow to the faint scar that had been there since they were children. “Phil did that when we were kids. We were always beating on each other. My mother didn’t care, just always told us to be careful. But one day, Phil elbowed me, not on purpose, but I swear he cried harder than I did.”
She chuckled, and he snickered. “Okay, he really didn’t. Eleven-year-olds try not to cry, but it did hurt, and so did the ten stitches. Regardless, he apologized for a week. Did everything for me, even my chores around the house. He said at night that he kept feeling a throb in that spot on his head and wanted to know if I felt it too.”
“Did you?”
“Actually, I was. It was kind of freaky; then again, we were used to things like that.”
She was smiling warmly at him, and he felt his heart pick up its beat again. So much for the relaxing calm they had for the last two and a half hours. The tension was building in him again. “How long have Phil and Sophia been together?”
“Since spring, at least officially. Unofficially, they’ve been dancing around each other for years.” He held her stare as he said those words, then watched the meaning sink in as he closed the distance some more.
“Dancing around how?” she said in almost a whisper.
“Sophia is Kaitlin’s best friend. We’ve known her for almost six years. I now believe there was some underlying connection for years between them, even though they never acted on it, or so they said. Something tells me that might not be the truth. I think there was more than either of them said before they finally told everyone they were dating.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Because I’m starting to understand the dancing-around thing myself.”
“How’s that?” she said, standing her ground as he took a few more steps, his eyes drilling into hers.
“Why don’t you tell me? I know you’re smart. I know you know what I’m talking about. I see it just as plainly as you do.” Her eyes—the brown of them turning just a shade darker, then filling with heat. Oh yeah, she knew, all right. The question was, would she admit it or not.
“Dancing can be fun,” she said, almost breathlessly.
“It can be, but I would rather know what the next move is going to be,” he countered. She opened her mouth, then closed it again, no sound coming forth. “What? Nothing to say?”
She shook her head and he closed the distance even more, testing her and maybe himself. Stopping right in front of her, his eyes traveled the length of her face from her brown hair pulled back in a ponytail to her rich chocolate eyes, then over the speck of spackling mud on her cheek, right to her lips. “What about you? What’s your next move? Don’t you want to know?”
She lifted her eyes up and looked into his. His hand came out and gently wiped at the mud on her cheek. “Yeah.”
“Here is what I know,” he said in a low voice. “I know you’re as attracted to me as I am to you. I know you watch me when you think I’m not looking. And I know your heart is racing right now. Want to know how I know those things?”
Gulping, she nodded wordlessly.
“Because I do the same and feel the same exact way.” He leaned toward her, lowering his mouth to see what she’d do. She didn’t move, even inched closer to him, so he moved his mouth over hers, his lips just grazing. Softly, lightly, just a touch, just a taste. She
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