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274 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 27, 2019
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The lies clinging to us like a second skin are itchy. I want to claw them from me and make them see. To show them I’m broken and sick. That my heart is shredded and I don’t know how to stop the bleeding.
Mostly, I want to rip away Cope’s lies.
I want to stand him in front of the mirror and show him who he is.
Not some misfit freak.
Spoiled. Copeland Justice is spoiled. A spoiled liar who plays games with the people around him. Spins tales he wants them to see. Paints not-so-pretty pictures of himself and calls it art.
He wasn’t always this way.
Once, he was like me.
We were two boys who were different than our rich parents. The two of us had values—a code we lived by. A brotherhood. Blood didn’t matter because our bond ran through our veins.
I cut us and we bled.
Now he’s a fraud, and my soul is dead.
"We're Penn and Cope," I tell him, with a peck to his lips. "Best fucking friends. Like always. Two tornadoes. But instead of bouncing off each other and wreaking havoc, we've become one. Unstoppable."
When his hips begin to thrust wildly against me, I try not to lose my mind to the madness only he can create. He reaches between us to grip my dick, stroking in tandem with his thrusts.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Cope acts tough and like he has it all together, but I know the boy deep inside him. The insecure boy who never felt loved by his father. The boy who hides behind smirks and tattoos and nonchalance. But that boy hurts.
I’m in love with my best friend.
Lie.
I’m in love with my enemy.
Truth.
But they’re the same. They. Are. The. Same. Lines in my world are blurry between fantasy and reality. Truth and lies. Love and hate.
His mouth says he hates me. His eyes burn with animosity for me. His heart beats for someone else.
But Copeland Justice is the best liar of us all.
I flit my gaze to the huge mark on my neck that’s still wet and already turning purple.
He fucking marked me.
I’m furious.
The stupid, crooked grin reflecting back at me says otherwise.
“I like the way you taste.”
My fingertips touch at the wetness on my neck.
I wonder if he tastes good too.
He’s the only one who fills the giant, gaping hole in my chest. I’m fully aware of how dependent I am of his presence to make me happy. It’s probably unhealthy as hell, but I don’t care.
I love him.
he smashes his lips to mine, kissing me like he can somehow show me a glimpse of his soul.
I see.
Black. Lonely. Empty.
But when his soul meets mine, it brightens. It fucking glows.
I know this, because mine glows too.
My heart responds with a thundering of beats. Copeland is my other half. He makes me complete. My best friend, and now lover, is the key to my every happy thought, sensation, and experience. Cope’s my whole damn world and then some.
There was no gay or straight.
No right or wrong.
Just us.
Penn and Cope.
Always tethered to each other by some invisible force.
“He was like the brother I never had. He just knows what I need.”
“Heavy breathing. Flushed cheeks. Clenched jaw. He’s barely holding back. I can tell he’s desperate to fuck me into submission.”
“I need my best friend back,” I murmur. “Me too,” he admits with a surprisingly vulnerable tone in his voice.”