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her smile weakly.
    “So are you gonna introduce us or not?” she demanded, turning to Andrew again.
    Looking as uncomfortable as Trent felt, Andrew pointed to each of them in turn. “Isla, Trent. Trent, Isla. Isla is my sister who I share the flat with.”
    “Nice to meet you,” she said cordially with a smile, as if Trent wasn’t sitting naked in her brother’s bed and she hadn’t jumped on him a moment ago.
    “You- you too,” he managed to reply, still wishing he could just sink into the bed and disappear.
    Now that he could look at her properly, Trent saw the resemblance. She was short, too, though slimmer than her brother, and wearing a bright pink strapless dress that clung to her curves. She was shoeless, and her hair fell past her shoulders in soft waves and was a deep red of a uniform color that usually meant a dye job. She had the same cheerful face as Andy, though, and her green eyes sparkled with the same mirth as his.
    “Well, nice to see it was a very happy new year for the both of you. I’ll leave you to it, and Andrew, I expect all the details so I can tease you and blackmail you with them later.” She gave them a final carefree wave as Andy all but shoved her outside the door.
    Andy turned to Trent with an embarrassed sigh, still gripping his towel. “Sorry about that. She’s the older one as well, if you can believe it. I should have warned you.”
    Now awake and recovered from the surprise, Trent was more interested in the way water droplets clung to Andy’s still wet skin, his nipples hardened by the cool air. “That’s okay,” he coughed, clearing his throat.
    “I’d better go finish my shower,” Andy said. He still looked uncomfortable in only a towel despite what they’d done last night. He went back out, but Trent heard him banging on the bathroom door a moment later. “Isla! I was taking a shower!” There was a pause where he assumed Isla was saying something, and then Andy pounded the door again. “Augh!” he shouted, stomping back to his room. “Isla stole the bloody shower off me!” he fumed as he slammed the door. “Says she’s in it now and I can go in after her even though I’d been in there first and ran out ’cause of her screaming! I’m still wet and it’s cold!”
    Not really listening to the tirade, Trent sat up with a smile, his brown eyes still holding a sleepy warmth to them. He held out a hand. “I can always warm you up.”
    Andy approached but hesitated when he reached the edge of the mattress. “I’ll get the bed wet.”
    But now that he was close enough, Trent simply flipped aside the duvet and hauled Andy under it with him; Andy gave a surprised yell. “Don’t care. It’ll dry out.” He nuzzled Andy’s droplet-speckled skin.
    “I might almost think you were enjoying my predicament,” Andy managed to get out as he gasped at Trent kissing his neck.
    “You’re wet and naked. I’m definitely not complaining.”
    His attention shifted to the stiff, peaked nubs on Andy’s pale, broad chest. He licked at them and sucked them into his heated mouth one at a time, leaving gentle kisses on the skin between them as he moved from one to the other. Now that he could fully see and appreciate Andy’s naked body in the soft light coming in from the windows, he wanted to worship every part of it.
    It always fascinated him, seeing the bare skin of a new lover against his own, which was a warm, tawny brown thanks to his Hispanic roots. Being an international manager for one of the world’s largest banks allowed him to travel to various points around the world and he firmly believed in experiencing the local culture and people. But he found Andy’s strawberries-and-cream skin with its light dusting of freckles the most mesmerizing of all. By the time he was finished they both needed a shower and crept stealthily into the bathroom together, keeping an eye turned to Isla’s closed bedroom door on the way. The little spectacle earlier had been more than