I shook my head in disbelief.
“No, I don’t believe that. I mean, what about girlfriends? You mean to tell me no one else could tell you apart?”
He shrugged and started to laugh.
“You should have seen the many jokes and things we got away with growing up.”
I laughed and asked, “So is his name Jason so that you two had matching names? Jason and Mason?”
A rich-sounding laughter came through him, and I smiled back at him. I really, really love to hear him laugh.
“That is so cheesy,” he said, shaking his head in amusement. “My parents aren’t that creative. His name is Marcus.”
“Okay, so if your brother was here right now, I wouldn’t be able to tell you apart?”
“I’m sure you could now because my hair is cut short. But other than that, you probably couldn’t tell. We have the same everything.”
“Same height, weight, and everything?” I asked him incredulously.
“Yup, same everything.”
“Humph.”
I looked in his eyes and wondered if I would be able to tell the difference. I knew the answer was yes. I knew for a fact his brother couldn’t make me feel the way I was feeling right now.
“What?” He looked at me quizzically.
I looked in his beautiful blue eyes and said, “I wonder if I could tell the difference.”
He grinned devilishly and leaned to the side. He retrieved his cell from his pocket and scrolled through it. When he got what he wanted, he handed me his phone.
On his phone was a picture of two men who looked like a mirror reflection of each other. Their hair was the same, same smile, same bright teeth, same body type, and the same twinkle in their eyes. They were two of the most attractive and sexiest men I have ever seen. They both were holding up a huge fish that I assumed they caught themselves. They each wore plaid shorts. One had on a red sleeveless t-shirt and the other a black sleeveless shirt. I enlarged the picture and looked in their eyes. I smiled and handed the phone back to him.
“Wow, you two do look the same in every way,” I conceded.
“Yeah, as I said before, it’s hard for people to tell us apart,” he added, and he placed his phone in his pocket.
“Yes, I can see how people can confuse the two of you,” I said over my shoulder as I walked back to the bar. “But I do know you were the one in the red shirt.” I smiled to myself when I heard silence behind me. As I poured myself another drink, I looked up and found him looking at his phone. “Am I right?”
“Lucky guess,” he said, without looking at me.
I laughed, and as I walked back to him, I watched him intently. It was hard for me to tell the difference until I zoomed to their eyes. There’s something in Mason’s eyes that draws me to him instead of his brother. It’s not color, because they both have those bright blue eyes—light as the blue skies on a clear cloud-free day. No, it was something behind them that I can’t quite explain. In person and right now, the way he looks at me makes me want to see pleasure drip from them. When I see the picture, the desire he shows now isn’t in them, but I can still feel the need to want to please him.
When I sat next to him, he showed me another picture. It was of them sitting at some banquet table. They had a woman sitting in between them, and each wore a black suit jacket, a white shirt, and a dark tie. I zoomed in on the picture as he leaned closer to me to watch what I was doing. The phone then clumsily fell from my grasp. I mumbled an apology to him as he reached down to retrieve his phone.
I watched him move closer to me, and I held my breath. In all my life, I have never had a man affect me the way this man is doing right now. When he sat up, we were very close to each other, and I couldn’t help but stare at him. Maybe it was the alcohol I consumed, but I felt a throbbing ache in between my legs as he studied me. My eyes then instantly went to his lips. Seeing up close how kissable they were was really doing something to me. A smile crept over his handsome face, and I noticed he was holding out his phone.
I said softly, “You are … on the right of the female.”
His smile disappeared, and he brought up the picture again. “Impossible,” he looked at me. “How can you tell?”
I gathered myself and took a few deep breaths. I brought my drink to my lips, knowing this needs to be the last drink of the night before Mason finds my tongue down his throat.
I shrugged at his question and tilted my head. “I can’t really describe it. It’s something in the eyes.”
Mason looked at the picture again and then back at me.
“I don’t see it. I mean I know which one is me, but it’s crazy that you can too. Very few people are able to do it, and they’ve been around the both of us for a very long time.”