He’s lean. Brunette. Sexy.
This man could be Asher’s brother. His twin. How did I not see it in his profile pic?
My adrenal gland hijacks my entire body, flooding it with epinephrine. This isn’t good. This is very, very bad. He looks like Asher, and I’m supposed to have sex with him?
No. No. No.
I can’t do that.
...
Can I?
He looks like Asher, but heisn’tAsher. I could just close my eyes. And even if I did look—because who the hell wouldn’t when a guy looks like that?—it’s still not Asher. He merely resembles him. Uncannily. It isn’t like I’m fucking Asher.
It isn’t!
“Well, hello.” Sebastian’s bright smile turns sinfully crooked.
That isn’t a smile. It’s a lure, sparkling in the sun. And I’m a dumbass fish who loves pretty things.
Why is the universe doing this?
“Hey,” I squeak out.
“You want to come in?” He holds the door wide for me, displaying a well-appointed open-concept apartment with what I assume would be a spectacular view of the gulf if it were daytime.
I take a single step, then pause. “I will if you tell me your real name.”
He laughs and cocks his head. “It’s Sebastian.”
I lift a skeptical eyebrow and cross my arms.
“All right, all right.” He lifts a placating hand. “I’m Ashton.”
My heart stops for three full seconds, then thumps so hard it chokes me. Is he serious? Is this really happening?
Ashton scratches his head. “I don’t tell people because they tend to start calling me Doctor Ashton Kutcher.”
Right. That makes sense, actually. I get it. I do.
But also, this is forbidden. He looks like Asher. His name is basically the same. I would... undress him. Touch him. Taste him.
A strangled laugh explodes from my mouth. “I have to go.”
“Uh. What?” Instead of irritated, he adopts an expression of concern, and it only increases the resemblance to Asher. “Everything okay?”
Asher would do this. Be genuinely worried when most men would become frustrated. Nowhat a waste of timeorbitches always changing their mindsorfine, bye, slut. Seems Asher and Ashton are members of a rare species. A couple of unicorns.
“Yeah,” I say. “You look like someone I know. It’s... weird for me.”
His expression clears. “Oh. Okay, I get it.”
“No hard feelings?”
“Not at all.” He smiles again, like Asher would.
Socute. For a few moments, I reconsider. He’s handsome and obviously kind. He’d probably be good in bed. It’s mere coincidence that he looks this way.
