No feelings.
No lies of calling the next day, and no empty promises of not banging anyone’s mother.
If I could act like I’ve never met a set of twins I screwed on the same night, thinking they were the same person, then I could do this.
It was the perfect set up for a fake relationship and it was simple.
We faked our smiles, we faked our laughs; hell, we even faked our love. It wasn’t real.
But that kiss was anything but fake, and the orgasm was anything but pretend.

Somehow my plus one had become more, and now I’m standing here with my underwear around my ankles wondering what in the hell to do next.

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Plus One

"I like it," I admire, turning to see how my ass looks in the mirror. Not that Max will be looking at my ass, but a girl needs to know how her ass looks at all times, I think. "You're not getting this back." I glance over my shoulder at her, and she rolls her eyes. 


"It's too lumberjack for my taste anyway."


I don't think Quinn knows what being mother approved entitles. I haven't seen her in anything more than a skimpy dress since I've known her. Hell, the maid of honor dress she was wearing took work. She kept pulling it down and pushing up her cleavage. She looked like an expensive hooker. But beautiful, nonetheless. 


"You look good cleaned up," Quinn compliments, her gaze growing soft as her eyes take me in.


"Thank you," I mutter, turning back around to look at myself again.


 "Are you going to the BBQ?" I ask on a sigh, hoping to have my wingman with me.


Chapter 12