Page 93 of Hard Rock Fling

A muscle in his jaw twitched. "Narcissistic?"

"You were flabbergasted when I didn't immediately throw myself at you."

"Try-hard?"

"What do you call the whole alpha male bad boy act?"

"Sweetheart, I don't need totryto get women to fall for me. That happens all on its own."

She put her hands on her hips. "Well it's not happening here."

Damon's face contorted. Flabbergasted was the right word for it. I doubted any girl had shot Damon down with such force in a long time.

"What's going on?" Ian wrapped an arm around my waist. I pressed a quick kiss to his lips, trying not to melt into him.

"Faith and Damon have had a few encounters before."

"Is that why he told me you were a tease?"

"Apparently he tried to come on to Faith a few times, thinking she was me."

"And I take it your sister wasn't having of any of it?"

I laughed as our siblings continued bickering at each other. Damon's brow was furrowed in a biting expression with his arms crossed over his chest. Faith's face was scrunched up with distaste, arms flailing wildly. I'd never seen her so worked up. Faith was usually so calm and collected.

"You'd think they'd hit it off, considering how well we get along," Ian mused.

"You're nothing like your brother." I wrapped my arms around his neck. "And I'm nothing like my sister."

His eyes sparked with mischief as he swung me around, keeping a tight grip on my waist. I let out a surprised yelp, but couldn't help giggling softly.

"So, why didn't you tell me you had a twin?"

"It never came up. Also, I guess I didn't want you thinking I only liked you because I was a twin myself. My liking you had nothing to do with your twin status."

Ian settled me close to his hip. One finger trailed along my arm, up and down, causing shivers to run through me. His other hand circled around my waist, thumb brushing the hollow of my hip. Heat surged through me, my heartbeat speeding up. I glanced around covertly, wondering if anyone would miss us if we ducked into an empty bedroom. Or bathroom. I had to admit, watching our reflections had been hot.

"I didn't tell Damon," Ian said quietly.

I pushed away my naughty thoughts. "Didn't tell him what?"

"That the wholeDamianthing made me start cutting again." Ian looked over at his brother with a pained expression. Damon and Faith were still arguing with each other. The situation was turning hostile, but instead of walking away, they leaned in closer to each other. "He was trying to help. It would hurt him too much to know."

"Ian…" I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, burying my face in his chest. "I still think you should talk to someone."

"I am. I made an appointment with my old therapist. I'm going to start seeing her again." He pressed a kiss to the top of my head. "You were right. Last time I let it go on for too long. This time, I'm going to get help before it gets that bad."

A heavy weight in my chest lifted, a weight I hadn't noticed I'd been carrying around. My heart felt a million times lighter.

"Thank you," I whispered.

Bright green eyes met mine, soft and loving. "I should be the one thanking you." He brushed a strand of hair away from my face. "You saw me for who I really am. I finally feel like Ian again."

That's when I knew for sure. Things were going to be better for Ian. Maybe not perfect, but better.

There was going to be no moreDamian.They were still brothers, still twins, but two separate people.

From now on, they were Ian and Damon Drake, the genius guitarists of Darkest Days.

From now on, he was my Ian.

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