All Chapters of I Confessed To The Wrong Twin : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Jami The car ride back to the house is a total pressure cooker. Nobody says a single word. Vanessa sits in the back seat staring out the window, scrolling through her phone, while the heavy silence fills every square inch of the vehicle. My chest still burns with the residual adrenaline from the restaurant as I look down at my hands before turning to look at Reid, “Hey, could you wait for me?” “Yeah, that's totally fine.” The front door clicks shut behind us, locking us inside. The silence snaps instantly. Vanessa kicks her high heels off across the polished hardwood floor, letting them slam loudly against the baseboard before she turns around. Her eyes narrow, and her lips twist into this incredibly toxic, nasty smirk. "Oh my god, he is absolutely stunning," Vanessa scoffs, flinging her designer bag onto the glass console table with a loud thud. She stands there, crossing her arms over her chest, looking me up and down like I’m an absolute joke. "I told you he w

RhysMy phone buzzes on the bedside, the sound dragging me out of my sleep. Damn it! Who the hell is it? It's still fucking morning.I grope blindly across the wood, knocking a half-empty water bottle over before my fingers wrap around the screen. The bright glare burns right through my retinas.Jami: Hey! Are you awake? I was thinking maybe we could cross-reference our winter term syllabus notes today? You can come over to my dorm.Fuck.I bolt upright, the sheets twisting around my legs. Syllabus notes? I don't even know what the hell a syllabus looks like, let alone how to cross-reference one. Reid is the one with the pristine color-coded binders and the flawless GPA. I'm the guy who takes pucks to the face and gets by on athletic waivers and dynamic curves.If I show up over there blank-faced, the entire illusion goes up in smoke. She thinks she's dating a genius class head.My thumb flies across the glass, scrolling past unread team chats until I find the one name that can bail m

JamiHis mouth is still on mine when my brain finally remembers how to work.I grip the front of his hoodie, completely forgetting about the laptop, the syllabus, Professor, and every single academic problem that had been driving me crazy ten minutes ago. The kiss is nothing like the sweet, careful kisses I expected from Reid. He’s rougher, hungrier, and way too confident, like some switch inside him suddenly flipped and he decided he was done pretending to be the quiet guy I knew.I pull back first, gasping for air as my back hits the edge of the desk. My fingers are still curled into his hoodie, and I can feel my lips tingling from the kiss.“Reid...” I whisper, staring up at him.His chest rises and falls heavily as he looks down at me, his dark eyes carrying that same wicked amusement that has been showing up more and more lately.“What?” he murmurs.I stare at him for a few seconds, completely confused. “Why are you acting like this lately? The way you talk, the way you dress, th

RhysThe second Jami walks through the cabin door, she stops so abruptly that I nearly walk straight into her. Her eyes move slowly across the massive living room, taking in the stone fireplace already glowing against the cold, the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the snow-covered mountains, and the private hot tub sitting outside on the covered terrace. Then she looks toward the kitchen, where I had the place stocked with enough food to feed us for a week, and her mouth falls open.“This isn't a hotel.”I lean against the doorway, trying not to look too pleased with myself. “Nope.”“You rented an entire cabin?” She turns around slowly, her eyes narrowing at me. “Reid.”I shrug like I didn't just spend an unreasonable amount of money on this place. “You said you wanted somewhere quiet.”“I said somewhere quiet. I didn't say I wanted to move into a luxury mountain cabin.”“Same thing.”She looks around again, still completely stunned. “You planned all this?”“Obviously.”“And how

RhysThe first thing I see when I wake up is Jami's suitcase sitting beside the bedroom door, and my entire mood goes to shit before I've even properly opened my eyes. For a few seconds, I just stare at the damn thing from the bed, watching the early morning light spill across the floor around it. It's stupid. It's literally just a suitcase, but suddenly it feels like a countdown I can't stop watching. Tomorrow we're supposed to leave, which means taking her back to campus, back to her normal life, and eventually back to being Reid's girlfriend. For some reason, the thought makes my chest feel tight.I sit up slowly, rubbing a hand over my face as the memories from last night come rushing back. We actually look like a real couple. And my answer, without even thinking about it, had been, We are a real couple. What the hell was wrong with me? I planned this trip because I wanted to mess with my brother, because I thought stealing his boring little holiday romance would be funny. Thre