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

Leaning forward he turns the dial on the stereo to "Vice" from Miranda Lambert. Leaning his wrist over the steering wheel, his shoulders are tense, I can tell he's done talking about this.


Holding my dizzy head, I lie in the seat and let the song take me into a slumber.


Waking up to the familiar smell of home, I sit up in my bed. I'm stripped to a shirt and my socks, and I blush.


Last night filters into my head like a bad movie. I threw up, on Max! How embarrassing.


"Quinn?" I call out, hoping she's the one that dressed me and not Max. Needing to vent to her about everything that happened last night. Not hearing anything, I slide my legs over the bed and step on something, or someone rather.


"Fuck!" a male voice hollers.  I jump back on my bed and scream, my head pounding from last night's drinking.


Chapter 24