was pretty standard for a
first, er, second date. We mostly just talked about work, the people that
we worked with, etc. Being out with Camden wasn’t the exciting,
butterfly-inducing, soul-connecting, fantastic time that I’d been imagining all
these months, but it was still nice to be out with someone. And he was
awfully cute.
An hour later he pulled into the empty
bank parking lot and stopped in the space right beside my car.
“I had a good time tonight, Marissa,” he
said, a slow, relaxed smile spreading across his face.
“Me too.” Or, I would have, if I
could’ve kept my thoughts about Kieran under control.
We sat there silently for a moment before
I said, “Well…goodnight. Thanks for dinner.”
“Goodnight,” he said quietly.
Then he leaned in. Panic flared in
my stomach. Oh, no.
Wait, what was wrong with me? Get
it together, Marissa! Last week I’d wanted this. I closed my
eyes and waited. A moment later his lips met mine. He threaded a
hand in my hair and moved his lips softly against mine. After a minute he
pulled back, smiling at me. I forced a smile back as I exited his
car.
And that’s it.
Nothing. I felt nothing. I
had been expecting fireworks, electricity, something. I’d crushed on this
guy for months. Yet, all I’d felt was nothing.
I drove into my apartment’s parking lot
and noted that Kieran’s car was there. I wanted to go see him, but I knew
I couldn’t. What if he still had his guest?
When I came to the top of the staircase
there was a girl leaning against the railing in front of Kieran’s
apartment. It must’ve been her, the girl I’d been hearing last night.
She sniffling, dabbing a tissue under her eyes. I wondered why she was
out there instead of inside. Had Kieran broke it off?
I realized I was staring at her at the
same time she noticed my presence.
“Sorry,” she said softly. “I needed
some air.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude, I
was just heading to my apartment.”
I turned to walk towards my door when I
heard her say, “You’re Marissa, right?”
I glanced over my shoulder. “Yes,”
I replied, my brow furrowed. Why would she know that? Had Kieran
told her about me? Why?
“I’m Kiera, his sister.”
His sister . Of course. Now that she’d
said it I felt stupid for not realizing it the second I laid eyes on her.
She had the same pale, creamy skin, the same almost black hair, same sky blue
eyes. The same full lips. There was no denying she was his twin.
She looked me up and down and a small
smile touched her lips. “My brother really likes you,” she said.
“Don’t tell him I said that.”
I couldn’t help the smile tugging at the
corners of my mouth. “He does?”
She laughed a little. “He
does. Hey, do you want come in for a second? Kieran won’t mind.”
It was late, but after what she’d just
said, the opportunity to see Kieran made my heart speed up a little bit.
“Yeah, okay.”
Chapter 12
Kieran
I stepped out of the bathroom with a
towel wrapped loosely around my waist. I turned to go in the bedroom when
I heard Kiera call my name. I twisted around to face her and jumped,
grabbing a handful of towel in my fist as it slipped.
Kiera was smiling at me. “I invited
Marissa over. Is that okay?” she asked nonchalantly with a spark in her
eyes that told me she knew exactly what she was doing.
My eyes went wide as my mind registered
that, yes, Marissa was sitting on the couch with my sister, and yes, I was
still standing outside my bedroom door, wearing nothing but a towel.
“I’m gonna—uh—” I
nodded my head towards the bedroom door, unable to get the whole sentence
out. Marissa was staring at me. Her lips were still turned up in a
small smile, but I could see the concern in her eyes. She was taking it
all in. The faded tattoo on my chest. The long scar running down my
left
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