All Chapters of Tempting The Twins: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Axel’s POV It was her damn fault. Every single hit I took on that field, every whistle the coach blew, every foul called on me—it was entirely on her. I couldn't focus. I couldn’t look anywhere else. I couldn't keep my head in the game because all I could see from the bench was her sitting up in those bleachers, dressed like that. She hadn't left the house looking like that this morning. I knew what she wore. She’d walked out the door in her usual baggy, dark, ill-fitting clothes, hiding like she always did. So why the hell was she wearing a skirt that barely reached her mid-thigh now? Why did she change? Who was she trying to get attention from? The thought made something dark and toxic twist violently in my stomach. What stupid bastard in this school did she think she was dressing up for? If any idiot here so much as looked at her, let alone laid a finger on her— I slammed my fist against the

Mila’s POVI held my breath as Aaron hovered over me, his shadow completely blocking out the morning sun.My heart was hammering so violently against my ribs I was sure he could hear it. I couldn't move. I couldn't even think. My eyes were locked on him, tracking the subtle shift of his jaw and the movement of his throat as he swallowed. That was when his scent washed over me—an overpowering hint of cedar. I was too dumbfounded to say anything, too frozen to even think about pushing him away.Then his lips touched mine.His lips were soft against mine. At first, he lightly brushed his lips against mine, sending a shudder down my spine. Then he kissed me—a delicate, light kiss. He tasted like the sweet strawberry syrup from the breakfast platter we'd just shared.I was sprawled across the mat, unmoving, my brain too slow to process anything.When he pulled back, my lungs frantically tried to remember how to function. My chest heav

Mila’s POVI was doubled over the wooden railing of the side porch, my knuckles white against the dark wood as my stomach heaved."Hey, hey—easy," Paris said softly, stepping in immediately to rub broad, reassuring circles into my back, keeping my hair pulled away from my face."I'm sorry," I sobbed out between dry heaves, tears trickling down my cheeks as the shame washed over me. "Paris, I'm so sorry—""Stop apologizing, you idiot, you're fine," he murmured.I heard the sound of hurrying footsteps approach us, and a second later, Aaron appeared out of the shadows. His face was pale, his eyes wide with pure panic as he took in the state of me."Mila!" he gasped, rushing straight to me. He reached out, his hand instantly finding the back of my neck, his touch warm against my clammy skin. "Hey, look at me. Are you okay? What happened?""She drank way too much, I think," Paris answered.Without a second thought, A

Mila’s POVI peeled the soaked, see-through T-shirt off my skin, my hands shaking so badly I could barely pull it over my head. Every inch of my skin where Axel’s hand had been burned, like he had imprinted on my skin with his touch. I couldn’t forget Aaron’s lustful gaze either—it was permanently ingrained in my memory.I shoved the wet shirt deep into the bottom of my laundry hamper, grabbing the biggest and thickest oversized gray hoodie I owned. I threw it on over a pair of sweatpants, pulling the drawstring tight around my neck like armor.I heard the sound of light footsteps against the wooden floor outside my room, stopping right in front of my door."Mila, sweetie?" Carol’s soft voice called through the door. "I made some soup for dinner. Are you awake?"I squeezed my eyes shut, holding my breath and staying completely still by the edge of my bed."I think she's asleep, Mom," Aaron’s quiet voice echoed from the hallway.

Mila’s POV I didn't wait for him to say another word. I opened the door, grabbed my bag, and practically sprinted up the paved walkway to Princess's front porch. The front door opened before I could even knock, and Princess bounced out with a sheet mask stuck to her face. "Mila! You're here!" she beamed, looking past me toward the car still parked out front. "Wait, who dropped you off?" "Aaron," I panted, trying to catch my breath as Aaron's car slowly pulled away into the night. "Oh, your brother?" Princess asked casually, taking my duffel bag from me. Your brother. The word felt dirty, unnatural, and completely wrong rolling through my head after everything that had just happened in that car. "Yeah," I whispered softly, forcing a smile as I stepped inside. "My stepbrother." We went up to her room, which was already set up with mountains of pillows, fairy lights, and snacks laid out across the floor. Princess was so cheerful and easy to be around that within twenty mi