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

Lani steps aside and Rae and I walk inside. A staircase sits to the left with a small entryway leading off into what looks like a kitchen. A living room to the left. The walls are white with distressed cracks in the wood, and the floor's the same but a natural wood color. 


This house has memories and tells a story just by looking at it. I can't help but imagine Rae running through this house as a little kid. Probably just as much of a pain in the ass as she is now.


A tall built man steps out of the living room. His hair a brown color and thinning, his face red from what looks like being in the sun. He's wearing a red shirt and blue jeans, his farmer's tan blinding as the brass color of his arms turning into a deafening white mid-arm.  I remember seeing him at the wedding.


"You're just in time for dinner." Rae's father holds his hand out. 


Chapter 19