The Secret Girl (Adamson All-Boys Academy #1) - C.M. Stunich Page 0,57

edge of the cover-up I've got on over my bathing suit. It's got a sweetheart neckline that he traces reverently before lifting his eyes from my collarbone to my face. “Who knew the short, ugly guy at school was actually a hot chick underneath it all?”

“You're a serious jerk, you know that?” I snap back, reaching up to adjust my glasses before I realize that I've got contacts in. Micah grins and captures my hand in his, bringing it to his lips for a kiss. He kisses each knuckle individually, and then curls his fingers through mine. My heart is racing so damn fast in that moment that I can barely breathe, our eyes locked, his body warm beneath mine.

Finally, he leans in toward me and brushes our lips together, this barely-there tease that leaves me aching and wanting so hard that my mind is obliterated for anything else.

And then the dickhead pulls away, and I'm left blinking in surprise.

“That was it?” I ask, and Micah smiles mischievously at me.

“What? You didn't think I was going to press my advantage and try to tongue you or anything, right?” He touches his long fingers to his chest and bats his eyelashes at me. “I'm just not that sort of guy.” Micah shrugs his shoulders loosely and smirks. “Besides, I think my brother's getting a little jealous.”

Glancing over my shoulder, I catch sight of Tobias staring out at the city with his lips pursed, his fingers tapping an easy rhythm on his knee. He's acting nonchalant, but I can see the tense muscles in his back and shoulders. He flicks his eyes our direction and shrugs.

“Jealous? Please.” Tobias turns toward me and reaches out, sliding his thumb over my aching lips. His green eyes flicker with mischief. “I already told you: we share with each other. And that's not hyperbole, Chuck.” He leans in close, and I swear, my heart's about to beat right out of my chest and go hopping across the yellow hood of the Lamborghini.

“Oh, Tobias,” Micah purrs, reaching out and flicking his brother in the forehead. “I won the race, not you. And I don't have to share my win.”

Tobias' eyes narrow, and he frowns, but I'm so damn curious … I lean forward and kiss him, this pathetic, sloppy teenage kiss that I know I'll never be able to live down.

But holy shit, it feels good. Real. And honestly? So utterly and completely different from Micah's.

My face is burning with embarrassment as Tobias blinks at me in surprise, and I slide off Micah's lap, and off the edge of the car, landing on my feet on the soft earth.

“I was promised pancakes.” I purse my lips and glance over at the city and the ocean beyond it, gleaming silver under the moon. “Oh, and boy clothes.”

“Ugly boy clothes,” the boys correct in a lazy drawl.

I roll my eyes, but they're both hopping off the car, and the moment has passed.

I'm already dreading coming face-to-face with Cody again.

Because now I have the answer I needed.

Micah's kiss, and that brief brush of lips with Tobias, were both better than Cody. Infinitely. And Spencer. I just can't stop thinking about Spencer …

The twins and I grab pancakes at the diner, and then head over to a big box store that's open late. They both sit on a bench outside the dressing room, randomly switching places, so that every time I come out, I have to guess who's who.

Actually, now that I've spent a little time with them, it's not all that hard. Sure, they can move and talk in unison, but Micah has a hard glint that Tobias counters with a strong but gentle demeanor.

They bring me heaps of clothes to try on, so many that we end up getting kicked out of the store at closing—but only after they drop nearly five hundred dollars on me.

“Thank you,” I tell them when they drop me off at Cody's car in the boardwalk parking lot. I'm holding the shopping bag handles in both hands, biting my lower lip and trying my best not to blush.

I sort of, like fail, but whatever.

“You're welcome,” they say together, exchanging a look. Tobias pulls out a bag from inside the back seat of his car and hands it over to me. “Just because you're a very ugly boy doesn't mean you're not a gorgeous girl,” he says with a smirk as I peek inside the bag and find a beautiful yellow and white dress. My