Robyn
“It’s not a date,” I told myself firmly as I looked at myself in the mirror. I was absolutely not going to pretty myself up. But just before I left the house, I threw my make-up bag into my gym bag.
I didn’t bother asking my mother for the car. Phoenix was ready and waiting for me by the garage door when I came down stairs. He was prepared for class this time, wearing a tank top that molded to his muscular chest and a pair of drawstring shorts. He had a gym bag slug over his shoulder, and a big water bottle in hand.
I noticed that for once his face was smoothly shaved. It changed his appearance completely, making him look younger and even more devastating. Somehow, with his jaw smooth, the resemblance between him and his twin brother was stronger. My eyes were caught b
