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His body relaxes and sinks into mine once again. “You’re my girl, Melony, and I want to keep it that way. This is new between us, and it’s scary to you, I get that. But to keep it going, we are going to have to put forth an effort while we’re apart. Let there be physical miles between our bodies but not between our hearts.”
Our hearts. Those words resonate deeply with me. I’ve never given my heart over to another human before. Thinking back over the last few days, I can honestly say, it is scary. I’ve been slowly handing him over broken piece by broken piece, looking for him to put it all back together.
Will he finally be able to mend it?
The thing is, I want to wait around to see.
“Then let’s work on it. What will it take? Calls, texts, video chats?”
His nose runs along my ears, sending chills down my arm. “I’m pretty sure the prescription for long-distance relationships is lots and lots of phone sex. I mean, we’re talking about getting seriously raw from diddling so much. Check your fingers, are they pruned? No, then more phone sex. Plus I will need a mold of your breast so I can stick it in my mouth whenever I want.” And he’s back to sarcastic Hollis, which makes me smile. Funny how I missed him.
“Why do I feel like you’re not going to let up on the mold?” I ask teasingly.
“Because you know my addiction to your tits. You have to feed it baby, be an enabler. It’s for America.”
“How is a mold of my boob for America?”
He bites down on my ear lobe, a moan slips out of me as I tilt my head to the side, loving the way his lips feel on me.
“Because, a mold of your boob will help ease the pressure I’m carrying from having to claim another gold medal. America is counting on your tit.”
Chuckling, I shake my head. “Well, America is going to have to think of another way to be supportive. There will be no molding of my breasts.”
He shakes his head behind me and huffs, “And here I thought you were patriotic.”
Chapter Twenty-One
HOLLIS
“I feel great, Holls.”
“Not tight or anything? You’ve been stretching like I told you? Drinking water, staying away from sweets?”
“Water and stretching for sure.”
“Hollis,” she groans. “You need to stay in prime shape.”
“I am.” I flex my muscles for Holly. In all honesty, I feel better and more prepared than I ever have for the Olympic games. I know Holly has really stepped up my training, which has prepared me to be in the best shape of my life, but I also believe it has a lot to do with Melony. She makes me happy and when I’m happy, I can do anything.
“Eating ice cream isn’t staying in prime shape, Hollis.”
“Ice cream is dairy and according to the food pyramid—”
“Cut the shit.” She laughs. “The food pyramid is a joke for the elite athlete. No more ice cream.”
I tap my finger to my chin in thought. “What about ice cream in the form of a cone rather than a cup. I have to lick it, makes me work harder.”
“No ice cream.”
“What about licking it off a body, like . . . hmm, Melony’s.”
“Ew.” Holly cringes. “No ice cream! God, how many times do I have to tell you not to talk about sex things with me? You’re my twin brother, have you forgotten that?”
I shrug. “We share everything.”
“No, we don’t.” She shivers. “We are done with this conversation.” Moving on she asks, “Have you talked to Mom and Dad?”
“Not really. Are they all packed?”
