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Vallery's POV

"This one's got amazing eyes," I noted, scrolling further down before rearranging my legs so they were crossed beneath me on my bean bag

"He's got an amazing ass," Hunter - who sat beside me on a chair - had his attention aimed elsewhere. I couldn't blame him though; the male model was hot as Hell. He was my favorite from the whole cowboy session I'd invited Hunt to browse through with me.

"The things I'd do to this guy," I murmured, seeing the close up on which the model was biting his lower lip, his grey eyes sparkling mischievously. "What do you think? Gay or not?"

"Can't really tell just by these few pictures," he concluded after briefly thinking it over. "Wouldn't say no to him though."

"Hey!" I jabbed him with my elbow. Hunt didn't get angry; he smirked as he rubbed his arm.

"Don't worry, Val; I'll let you have him when I'm done."

"Not that," I rolled my eyes then scrolled down some more. "You are with my brother now, remember? Plus," I grinned, "you are so not competition for me. Shaven or not?" I added as the new photos displayed the cowboy without his pant.

“Shaven," he didn't hesitate to reply. "Nobody likes pubic hair stuck in their teeth. A bit of hair on the chest is okay though and I’m definitely cool with some stubble or a well-groomed beard.”

"Fair point." My finger moved over the mouse wheel again and I took in the new pictures. "Do you think..." My question was interrupted by a knock which I recognized as my twin's; my mother's was always impatient and my father had no reason to come over.

"Come in," I shouted, my gaze glued to the screen of my laptop.

"Mom said lunch would be ready in... What on Earth are you looking at?"

I heard Hunt chuckle and turned to my brother; he had twisted to the side, his eyes hidden by his hand.

"Pictures," I answered simply.

"That guy," he pointed in the general direction of my desk with the hand that wasn't shielding his blinkers, "is naked."

"That's kind of why we are watching him," I explained.

"That's exactly why we are watching him," Hunt corrected.

"That and because he has amazing eyes, abs, ass and..."

"I don't want to know," my brother raised his voice and turned his back to us.

"I was going to say 'lips'," I said. Besides me, Hunter muttered:

"Sure you were."

"Or something that you could place between your lips," I whispered so that only he could hear me.

“Natty, do you shave?” Our neighbor asked and I groaned; I didn't need to know that about my brother.

Nathaniel slowly turned back around, making sure to look at Hunter and not the screen.

“Obviously,” he replied, touching his chin.

“I didn’t mean there.” The left corner of Hunt's lips curled up and his eyes leveled at the area below my twin's waist.

My brother's face turned a shade I liked to call Hunter-Harris-is-around-Nathaniel-Reed red and his mouth opened and closed a few times, emitting syllables the simplicity of which could be rivaled only by the speech of cavemen... If they had speech. Did they?

I should probably pay more attention in History classes.

"Mom said lunch would be ready in less than an hour," the words shot out of Nat's mouth then his body shot out of my room.

"Do you think it was too soon to ask him that?" Hunt turned towards me.

"It was too gross to ask in front of me," I remarked.

"I thought twins were supposed to be close."

"Not that close," I assured him. "As for it being too soon for Nat..." I hesitated. This was all new to him, but he was taking his time. They've been together for five days and they'd only kissed; not even a full-blown make out session as Hunt had already complained to me.

"Maybe a small, little, gentle push wouldn't hurt?" I suggested.

"Why I am even asking you?" He shook his head and got up, taking his boxing gloves as he went for the door.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I exclaimed.

"Vegas."

"Oh. Yeah, that was not the best of my plans."

"You think?" He sneered, opening the door. I decided to ignore his tone and part on a happier note:

"Thanks for the present!"

"Likewise," he shouted through the now closed door.

I turned around and shook the mouse without lifting it from my desk. The screen came alive and I smiled.

Howdy, Mr. Hottie Cowboy!

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Nathaniel's POV

"Enter." I had a pretty good idea who it was that had knocked on my door. My guess proved true when Hunter stepped into my room letting go of the boxing gloves my sister had bought him. They fell to the floor in a disarray I'd usually reprimand him for, but my face still felt hot as a result of his enquiry in my sister's room.

"Merry Christmas," he took a lollypop out of his pocket while walking towards me.

"Thanks," I grabbed the treat from his hand when he stopped before me and placed it on my desk, waiting. No inappropriate insinuations followed so I went on in a less agitated tone: "For the present and for restraining yourself from making any wise remarks about... sucking."

"Or licking," he added.

"Or licking," I agreed.

"I thought you might still be feeling awkward about the shaving question," he correctly guessed. "I will one day find the answer to that, you know."

I leaned on my desk, twisting my head sideways so that I wasn't looking at his eyes, seductively narrowed at my lips. I took in a deep breath slowly, hoping he wouldn't notice, and tried to think of a way to push the spotlight off of me. Mom could call me down for lunch at any time and I didn't want to risk her seeing me all flustered, messy-haired and with swollen lips after coming out of my bedroom with Hunter Harris in tow.

"What was with those pictures you and Val were looking at?" I didn't want to be discussing that particular topic, but the memory was fresh in my head so it was the first thing that came to mind. And it completely backfired on me.

Hunter smirked in that asymmetrical way that he had perfected, taking the one step towards me that was enough to trap me between my desk and his body.

"Jealous?" He teased, placing his hands on both sides of my hips and chuckling when I jerked at the contact.

"Those..." I began in a voice that was higher than needed and hurried to correct that. "Those pictures were..."

"Hot."

"No..."

"A turn on?"

"No..."

Hunt opened his mouth for another suggestion, but I beat him to it:

"Inappropriate." He raised an eyebrow. "That guy was completely naked."

"So?"

"So?" I repeated. "It's... Well... Inappropriate."

"He was wearing chaps in some of the photos," he pointed out.

"Over jeans?"

"Nope."

"See what I mean?" As far as I was concerned, Hunter was making my case for me. "Why would you watch something like that?"

"Because I like hot guys," he replied slowly, as if talking to a child.

"But..."

"If things like that make you feel uncomfortable," he leaned down, his mouth going for my neck, "we can watch them together; maybe it will be less awkward for you then."

"I don't think watching R-rated material with you would ever make me comfortable."

I heard his sigh next to my ear, his breath tickling my lobe.

"So what would make you comfortable?" Hunter asked, straightening up and removing his arms from my hips to cross them over his chest.

"I don't know," I muttered, lowering my gaze to the floor. "Taking it slowly..."

"Taking it..." Another sigh - more irritated than before - left his mouth. "How much more slowly than what we are doing now, Nathaniel? Because we are not doing anything. You haven't allowed me to even kiss you today."

"I'm just afraid that mom might come in," I began, looking up towards him, no doubt seeming guilty. "I can't tell her yet and she'll know something is up if I lock the door."

Hunter tiredly closed his eyes and titled his head back, sucking in a breath between his teeth. I stared at his throat perfectly exposed to a caress by my lips and was already lifting myself on my toes when I remembered that indeed, my parent could come in at any moment. She would probably knock first, but was it worth the risk?

Besides, I had to talk to him about something and I didn't want either of us to get distracted. It was an important topic and we should've discussed it already, but I was too scared by his reaction to bring it up.

I reached for his hand, hesitantly pulling it to gain his attention. When his grey eyes were on me, I spoke:

"There is something I want to ask of you concerning school," I began, musing on how to ease him into the subject.

"You don't want me to kiss you or touch you or even flirt with you when we are at school." He stated and I gaped at how accurately he'd guessed.

"Just until..."

"You tell your parents."

It was a bit scary how well he knew me. Was I that predictable?

"Exactly," I replied.

"So we can't kiss at school, we can't kiss at your house, you don't want to come to my house too often..." His voice was too cool for him not to be faking it.

"Hunt..."

"... because your mother might suspect something..."

"Can I come over tonight?" I shot out, panicked. Yes, I was panicked that he'd say 'This isn't working out for me; goodbye' and he'd have the right to do that; he was trying to be patient with me and I wasn't giving him much to work with.

My question seemed to take him aback; he raised his eyebrow and his arms weren't so tightly pressed to his chest.

"Sure that mommy would let you?"

"I won't ask her," I was surprising even myself with my words, but as scary as it was to be alone with Hunter - scary as I didn't trust myself around him - I wanted to be with him. "I'll sneak out," I went on. "So... Can I?"

"If you are sure that you can handle such an act of rebellion," he jested, but I could see in his eyes how much he rejoiced in the idea, "then come over; I'll leave the window open for you."

"Nathaniel, sweetie," the address that made me jump was followed by a knock. "Lunch is ready."

"C-coming," I stuttered, switching pleading eyes between Hunter and the window.

He headed for the door and I startled, thinking he'd open it and walk out for my mother to see, but he simply leaned down to take his boxing gloves before walking to the window and opening it to get out.

"Can't wait for you to make it up to me tonight for not buying me a present and for kicking me out," he smirked before kissing me over the lips and closing the window behind him.

I stood frozen, watching as he climbed into his room.

What was he expecting to get out of me tonight?

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