Holly's P.O.V.
I love Myles. It's not fair - why do I have to marry Artemis? Myles loves me – he proved that last night.
Myles stirred into life, white teeth flashing just for me. "Morning, Sleeping Beauty. Nice sleep?"
"Sleeping is boring," I replied. "I liked being awake."
He kissed my nose. "I agree." Then he sighed. "Your fiancee' is due home today. I better leave."
I groaned, snuggling into him. "Oh, no. Please don't. Come back tonight?"
But he's already up, getting slowly into his jeans. "Sorry, darling."
I get up on my knees, pressing myself against him. "Don't leave me, Myles."
"What?" He pulls away, stunned.
"Don't leave. I love you."
"What did you call me?"
"Myles! That's your name!"
"No. I'm Beckett, Myles' twin."
"No!" My cheeks are wet. "No! You're Myles."
He wraps his arms around me, hugging me tight. His t-shirt will be soaked soon.
I notice, to my horror, that crying is contagious. "Myles!" I exclaim. "Sorry, Beckett. Don't cry. Please don't."
"You don't love me," he whispers, the pain obvious.
"I do! I just, I got confused, but last night, I liked that, I like you, I just. . ."
"Like Myles better."
"No! No, I-"
"See you later, Polly. I shouldn't even have come here in the first place. You're engaged."
"No!" I sob, ignoring my name. "No! I mean, I am, but I-"
But he's gone, out the window. Damn.