LOGINOur lips collide once more as Greg starts to thrust deep inside me slowly. He takes his time with each thrust, making me feel every single inch of him. My fingers lightly graze up and down his back. His lips move from my mouth down to my neck, where I feel his teeth graze my skin, and it sends spark
“Bedroom now,” Greg orders me as he pulls me away from the door and starts leading me to my bedroom. Once we are in my room, Greg shuts the door behind us and pushes me up against the door. Pinning my arms above my head with one hand and spreading my legs a little further apart, whilst his mouth is
The drive back is quieter than usual, but it’s not uncomfortable. I keep my hands steady on the wheel, the soft hum of the engine filling the space between us as the late afternoon light stretches across the road ahead. Every so often, I glance sideways at Greg. He looked… lighter. Not just physical
His hands tighten on the handlebars. Too fast. Too much. Greg slams the brakes just before the jump, the bike skidding slightly beneath him as he brings it to a sharp stop. He swings off quickly, letting the bike fall safely away from him before it could tip back. His helmet comes off in one swift m
Jen The following month arrives with a quiet sense of anticipation that neither Greg nor I can quite shake. On the surface, things have been getting better. Greg is stronger now, noticeably so. The splint is gone; the boot has been replaced with proper support, and his physical therapy sessions hav
AndreaI don’t text him right away. I wait until I feel the time is right. He will play by my rule now. That is my strength. Patience sharpened into something cruel. While Greg is trying to rebuild his body, inch by painful inch, I have been rebuilding something else entirely. Something colder. Som
Chase looks up at me after hearing that disgusting comment about us as Sav leans over his arm and reads the article. “You’re joking, right?” I shake my head, “Do they know that we are twins?”“They won’t care; this is defamation against me and our family name. That trash piece could ruin the rest of
“No, J, you’re wrong.” Did he just call me J? Greg is the only person to ever shorten my shortened name and the only person I have allowed to call me that. He has not called me J in years, even before that night he broke up with me over the phone. “It has always only ever been you. I may have been a
By the time we arrived at the arena, the minivan was already waiting for us with the doors open, helping us get on the road quicker. I am so grateful right now for this. When the driver spots us, he comes and helps with Greg, just as he told me to climb on in and get myself comfortable. It took the
“Don’t be sorry. I just wanted to see if you were okay and when you were ready to leave, that’s all.” Fuck I have been such an asshole towards Greg these last couple of years and he doesn’t know that it was all because of Andrea is why we broke up in the first place.“Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Listen, can







