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It s complicated.
Explain it to me then. Ryan sighed. If you talk slowly enough,
I m bound to understand.
Come to my home tonight. Let me explain everything to you
then. Phillip s heart stopped beating as he waited for Ryan s
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response. Please.
What time?
Relief flooded him. Seven.
I ll be there.
And Ryan was gone.
Falling back against the wall, Phillip let out a long sigh. If he
didn t tell Ryan the truth, he would lose him.
But if I do tell him the truth, I might lose him, too. Damned if
he did and damned if he didn t. But more than his possible incredulity
at their sloth was the painful realization Phillip would have to tell
Ryan what happened to his former twin.
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Chapter 5
Class went by in a blur. Ryan couldn t stop thinking about Phillip.
He was indeed handsome, even in the odd lighting. He had a perfect
prick. And he had a voice to die for. The only problem was he d
practically been stalking him. Even now, Ryan glanced around,
wondering if there were cameras in the classroom.
As much as he was flattered, Ryan was concerned. Was Phillip
just a lonely eccentric, or was he maybe a little crazy, what with that
whole twin thing? The only kind of twin Ryan knew about was the
kind that would make them relatives, and that they most certainly
weren t. His parents had two kids, him and his sister, and that was it.
Slipping his phone out of his pocket, Ryan flipped it open,
connected to the school-wide Wi-Fi, and searched for the word twin.
And there was a possible answer. Twin as in being one of a pair. Twin
as in two similar parts joined or connected.
Ryan closed his phone and tucked the device away. If Mr. Leonard
caught him using it during class time, he d confiscate it. Training his
gaze on the board, Ryan pretended to pay attention, but his mind
continued to chew at the perplexing issue of Phillip, like a dog at a
bone.
There had been something drawing them together. As a man of
science, Ryan was loath to admit the truth of that, but he also couldn t
explain his powerful attraction to a man he didn t know. Ryan
frowned. Yes, he recognized a deep sexual attraction to Phillip s
powerful voice, but there was more than that. Something
almost...paranormal. Not once in his life had he engaged in sex like
that with a man he didn t know well. Not that he hadn t had an instant
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attraction, because he had, but even then he was always careful to use
protection. No matter how horny he was, Ryan didn t just leap into
bed. Hell. With Phillip he d been so amped up he didn t even bother
trying to find a bed.
Any wall will do, Ryan muttered.
Question, Mr. Stone?
No, Mr. Leonard. Ryan pretended to make a note, which
allowed him to avoid Mr. Leonard s penetrating gaze. He didn t look
up again until class was over.
Ryan tucked his notes, what few he d taken, away into his
backpack with his books. He hoped he could snag copies from one of
his teammates. Just about the last thing Ryan wanted do was flunk out
during his senior year. He d worked long and hard for his degree in
chemistry. No matter what happened, he was going to keep his eye on
the prize. Ryan had plans. Big plans.
And I m not going to throw everything away for a man. No
matter how sexy his voice. Or how luscious his cock. Or how his
growl resonates through my body like a primitive call. But Ryan
knew he was in trouble when he found himself planning what he
would wear and wondering exactly what Phillip had in mind. Ryan
just hoped he was strong enough to get an explanation first before he
was beguiled by the mysterious Phillip Remson.
* * * *
Ryan s aging Mustang had barely made it up the steep mountain
incline. Once he was in the drive for the mansion, Ryan uttered a
relieved sigh. Driving back would be a hell of a lot easier since all he
had to do was coast. Thank God he d gotten new breaks for his classic
car, along with new tires, right before the first snowstorm struck.
Patting the dash, he thanked Blue Bell for getting him where he
wanted to go. Checking out the sweeping drive, he didn t see an
obvious place to park since there weren t any other cars, so he parked
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right in front of the main entrance. Ryan thought it was unlikely
Phillip would have his car towed.
Nervous, he fiddled with his shirt and double-checked that his
khakis were zipped. He d worn his favorite leather coat even though
snow was predicted for later this evening. He couldn t help it. He
wanted to look good even if he was unsure about Phillip s motives.
As strange as everything was, he found his belly full of butterflies and
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