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I don’t say anything, and neither does she, as I press into her and encourage her to move her body with mine to the music.
Abi and the girl move back, but not too far away.
We move like that for the remainder of the song, and I find myself unable to deny her allure as I lean down and kiss her just below her ear. She shivers at the contact, relaxing into me more.
She not only looks incredible, but shesmells fucking edible too.
“Harrison,” she whispers, and I freeze.
“Shh, don’t make a scene, just dance with me,” I whisper, kissing her again. One of my arms wraps around her stomach, afraid she’s goingto demand I let her go, but she gives a slight nod as I continue to move her, hips swaying.
Hunter and I agreed that the first of us would get two songs, and then the other would cut in.
So as the song ends, I kiss her once more on her neck and then let go of her hips, allowing my brother to take my place.
I glance over to Abigail, who watches the exchange, her eyes flicking between Ari and Hunter and back to me.
Then her lips curve into a smile before her attention returns to her friend, and I find myself relaxing a little.
Someone tries to grab me as I head to the bar, but I side-step them, because as soon as Hunter has his two dances, I’ll be right back over there for more.
Chapter 13
Hunter
Watching Harrison with Ari was harder than watching her dance without us for the previous hour. I just wanted to cut in, or better still, join in.
As I pull her back flush against my chest, I wrap my arm around her stomach the same way Harrison had just moments ago.
She stiffens, her hand going to my arm as she pulls it away and spins around to look at me.
“Hunter?”She takes in my features before continuing, “What’s going on? Where’s Harrison?” she asks, trying to look past me.
I grab her chin and guide her gaze back to mine.
“How did you know it was me?” I ask, keeping a firm hand fully on her hip in case she’s about to try and make a run for it.
She shrugs. “Because I know you,” she replies. “You don’t smell or feel the same,” she adds softly, so quietly that I just barely hear her over the beat of the music.
I don’t know why her confession makes me want to pump my fist in the air. Yes, Harrison and I are brothers—identical twins—however, we’re still two individuals. We don’t always see eye toeye or like the same things, apart from where she’s concerned. She is, after all, the exception.
“And what do I smell like?” I ask, releasing her chin, my hand moving to the back of her neck to hold her in place.
She bites her lower lip.
“Spicy and warm, with a hint of vanilla.”
“You think I smell warm?” I smile, because I really fucking like that.
Her cheeks heat under my question, and she swallows with a nod.
“And Harrison, what does he smell like?” Because damn if this revelation isn’t as intriguing as hell.
Her eyes flick to the side before meeting mine again.
“Also like vanilla, but more woodsy, with a hint of tobacco… and sweet.”
That makes me chuckle. “You think he’s sweet?”
