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 wake up from being hot. My face sticks to the leather and I find the blanket wrapped around me. Max must have given it to me when I fell asleep. Pushing it off me, I sit up finding Max fast asleep in the back seat.


Leaning over the seat I shove him and he groans.


"Wake up. I have to work today. I need to go home," I inform him.


He stretches, and one by one his eyes slowly open.


He climbs over the seat and I notice dried chunks of mud all over him. 


I laugh and try to brush it off. "You have mud in your ear."


Turning his head, he grins at me and starts the truck. I don't like that look. I pull the sun visor down and look at my face. There's some mud on my cheek and my hair. I look a fright. 


He puts the truck in drive and it hesitates at first then jerks out of the hole.


"Thank God," I whisper as we drive back to the city.


Chapter 28