Chapter 3
Sophia’s POV
“f**k Olivia your hands move just like mine it’s creepy as hell sometimes,” I said laughing a little as I stood next to my twin in the kitchen mixing the glaze for the muffins.
Our arms lifted at the same angle, our fingers stirred in the exact same rhythm like we were mirrors of each other and it only made the guilt twist harder in my gut.
The pregnancy secret sat heavy right under my ribs mixing with the morning sickness that kept threatening to push up my throat.
I swallowed hard fighting the wave while my p***y still throbbed from Ben’s hand on my arm outside.
Olivia bumped my hip with hers grinning wide as she scooped batter into the tin. “That’s the twin thing babe. We even f**k alike I bet.
Tell me you and Alex don’t get into the same positions we
