Semua Bab HARDER JEREMY!!..Seducing my Identical Twin Sister Boyfriend: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Anna’s POVHis mouth was on mine, and every logical thought in my head went silent.The kiss wasn't gentle. It was desperate and starving, his lips parting mine with a force that sent a jolt straight down my spine. My hands came up to push against his chest, but my fingers just curled into the fabric of his shirt instead, clutching him closer."Anna," he breathed against my mouth, his voice cracking. "God, I need you.""Jeremy, we can't—""Shh." His thumb traced my jawline, tilting my face up. "Just for tonight. Just while the storm lasts. Please."I should have said no. I should have shoved him away, grabbed my helmet, and risked the rain. But his hand was sliding down my neck, fingers trailing over my collarbone, and my body was arching into his touch before I could stop it."The chair," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the AC's hum. "It's too small.""Then let me take you somewhere better."He stood, pulling me up with him. The cheap blanket slid off my shoulders onto the

Anna’s POVThe cold morning air bit through my leather jacket as I kicked my power bike into gear and tore out of the TravelInn parking lot. The road was a slick mirror of rain and muddy runoff, but I slammed the throttle anyway, desperate to put as much distance between myself and that room as humanly possible.My skin felt hot, raw, and completely branded. Every bump in the asphalt echoed the pulse between my legs, a sickening reminder of what I’d just done while my twin sister was home losing her mind.I cut the engine a block away from our house, coasting up the driveway on pure momentum so the roar of the exhaust wouldn't wake anyone. I snuck through the back porch, peeling off my wet boots at the door, hoping to slip upstairs to the shower before anyone noticed I was back."Where the hell have you been?"I froze.Brenna was sitting at the marble kitchen island, fully dressed in a sharp beige blazer, pleated skirt, and pristine white heels. Her hair was styled in flawless, glossy

Anna’s POVBrenna’s fingers were still digging into my jacket like steel claws, her nails biting straight through the leather into my skin."Choose right now, Anna," she repeated, her voice screeching across the damp pavement. "Are you with me, or are you with him?"Jeremy’s eyes were wide, bloodshot, and frantic. "Anna... don't."Something inside me finally snapped. Ten years of carrying her secrets, ten years of playing the quiet, obedient ghost in her shadow, collided with the suffocating terror of what Jeremy and I had done six hours ago in that motel room. The pressure was too much. The air in my lungs turned to pure fire.I yanked my arm back with every ounce of strength I had left.My jacket ripped out of her grip, her acrylic nail scraping painfully against my wrist. Brenna stumbled backward on her high heels, gasping as her arms flailed to keep her balance. She stared at me, her jaw completely dropping in utter shock."I'm not choosing anyone!" I yelled, my voice ringing out

Anna’s POVThe silence in Mrs. Ward’s art room was so thick you could hear the rain dripping off the gutters outside.I sat at the back easel, my charcoal pencil frozen halfway across a blank sheet of sketch paper. Every single phone in the room had vibrated at the exact same second. A collective gasp rippled through the rows of wooden stools, followed by the frantic scraping of shoe soles as half the class turned around to stare directly at me.At my blonde hair.I didn't need to look at my phone to know what they were reading. The notification was burnt into my brain the second I saw it in the hallway: One jock. One blonde."Is there a problem, class?" Mrs. Ward asked, looking up over her reading glasses.Nobody answered her. They just kept staring at me, whispering behind their hand-drawn portfolios. I slammed my sketchbook shut, grabbed my backpack, and stood up so fast my stool scraped loudly against the floor."Anna? Class isn't over—""I need to go to the nurse," I choked out,

Anna’s POV"You knew!" Maya’s voice cracked, a harsh, jagged sob tearing out of her throat as she stepped into the tool room. "You knew I liked Noah for months, Anna! You sat in my room and listened to me talk about him! And the whole time, he was... he was making up stories for you?!""Maya, please," I stammered, stepping back until my spine hit the cold metal lockers. "I didn't know—""Shut up!" Maya shrieked, tears spilling over her lashes, ruining her dark eyeliner. "Just shut up! And you lied to my face about Jeremy's shirt! You were in that motel room with him! You're a backstabbing, disgusting liar!"I looked at Noah. He was standing right next to me, his broad shoulders tense, his jaw set in steel. He didn't take back a word he had said. He didn't look sorry for confessing he loved me, and he didn't look sorry for dropping the truth about Room 114."Maya, listen to me—" Noah started, stepping forward."Don't talk to me, Noah!" Maya choked out, backing away toward the hallway.