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“Catch you around, neighbor,” he calls out.
God, he is sexy, I will give him that.
His retreating back gives me an amazing view of that bubble ass of his. If he didn’t just admit to wanting to get to know me, I just might have considered jumping in bed with him for a one-time night of what I can only imagine being hours upon hours of pleasure.
Too bad I don’t do relationships.Will never do relationships. I’ll never be that naïve girl.
Chapter Five
HOLLIS
The phone rings through my ear buds and I silently hope she picks up.
First ring.
Second ring.
Fuck, she’s not going to answer.
Third ring.
On the fourth, just when I think the voicemail is going to pick up, she answers.
“Hey, Hollis.”
Just hearing her voice soothes the rage blasting through me. She has that effect on me. Ever since we were little, she’s been my rock.Even whenshe lost everything, she’s held strong for me.
“Hey, Holly. Thanks for picking up.”
Her light laugh echoes through the phone. “Of course I would pick up. I always do, don’t I?”
She does, but there is always fear in the back of my head that she won’t, especially during this time of the year with trials right around the corner. The burning question that will forever hang over me rears its ugly head every time Olympic Trials loom closer.
Does she resent me?
“You do.” I have to talk to someone and talking to my parents isn’t an option since the sun beams out of their asses and nothing ever fazes them. Negativity doesn’t exist in their world. Pretty sure they’re the presidents of denial city, but hey, if it works for them I’m not going to shatter their little bubble.
Reese I can talk to but he doesn’t quite understand the diving world even though swimming and diving are so close.
And then there is Holly. She knows everything about the diving world. She knows what it takes to become an Olympian, hell, she was one . . . until the accident.
“What’s going on? From the sullen tone of your voice, I can tell something is bothering you.” She reads me so well. I want to believe it’s because she’s my twin.
Lying in the sun trying to soak in the heat rays, my eReader on my lap, my water bottle next to me, I should feel relaxed.Should.I run my hand over my face. “Fuck, Holl, I don’t know if I can continue with this training load. Coach Ted is making my life miserable.”
“Are you sure that’s what this is about? Coach Ted?”
“What else would it be about?”
“Well, I can’t imagine training being any different than your previous years leading up to the games, but I do know one thing that’s different.”
“The fact that I haven’t had sex in months?” I ask, trying to joke around because I see where she’s heading with this conversation.The twin connection and all.
“One, that’s disgusting, don’t talk about sex with me. Two, that’s pathetic, even I’ve been twiddled in the past few months.”
“Fuck, Holly. Don’t say that.” I cringe. She laughs some more, and the sound is so sweet. Reminds me of our childhood, before everything was complicated.
“Well, don’t bring it up. It’s your own damn fault. You should know better by now.”
