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The Twins: Part 9
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2025-08-04 08:00:36The dorm door barely clicked shut before Paul locked it behind them.
Pete hadn’t said a word since their encounter with Carlos. His jaw was tight, brows drawn, and every step home had felt like walking a tightrope strung between their pulses. He kept rubbing his neck like it burned, like Carlos’s voice still clung to him.“Pete,” Paul said softly.Pete didn’t answer. His gaze stayed on the dark window, watching the night stretch over the campus like it might swallow them whole.Paul didn’t push. He walked forward, slow, cautious, and stopped behind his twin. Not touching yet, just close enough to share breath.“I know,” Paul murmured, “you heard it too. The way he told us. And saw his smug face while telling us about what he heard.”Pete swallowed. “He knows.”“Yeah.”A long beat passed. Then Pete turned, finally. His face wasn’t angry. It wasn’t afraid. It was worse, it was vulnerable. Wide eyes, bottom lip tuc
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