ERIK's POV
The sun finally sets and takes the rest of its light along with it. I'm sitting on the window bench looking out into the trees that surround our house.
"Did you even go to bed?" Ezra asks as he walks from his bedroom over to me.
His bare chest glows in the moonlight as he gets closer. We're identical in every way even down to how we're dressed. His loose gray shorts hang low on his hips and there's a trail of dark hair across his chest that leads down his stomach. When he comes over and sits down next to me he pushes his hair out of his face and rubs the sleep out of his eyes.
"I can't sleep," I say, crossing my arms across my chest. I lean back against the side of the window and try to avoid his stare.
"You could just talk to me about it," Ezra says, and I hear him sigh.
There's a pause between us, but I know exactly what he's thinking. I can always read him just like he can read my mind.
