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

"You've got to be kidding?" I glare at Mom. I came to her in hopes there was another cabin, but there isn't.


"I'm not, it's the only bed available," she clips, not happy with me either.  I sigh. I'm not sharing a room with Jacob. I'll kill him.


"I'll sleep in my fucking truck," I growl. 


"Just give the boy a key to his cabin, Becca," my dad sides with me, and Mom turns her head so fast it looks near exorcist.


"No, he got himself into this mess he can lay in his bed." She glances at me. "Or his truck, whatever he chooses." She places her hand on her hip and eyes me with disappointed eyes. "I mean really Max, what were you thinking setting that poor girl up?" her voice rises.


Chapter 51