My best friend likes to tease me about not being able to tell my boyfriend apart from his twin, but I totally can. They may technically look identical, but the way Jack looks at me is unmistakable.
And when I stop by his place on my way to one of my college classes, surprising him right after he gets out of the shower, that look is scorching.
Sure, I don’t have a lot of time, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have a little fun.
Or, as it turns out, a LOT of fun.
But the way Jack looks at me isn’t the only subtle difference from his twin, and when his “brother” walks in on us, I know—I just know—that I’ve fucked up.
I’ve been touching the wrong twin.
So I do the only thing I can. I play dumb and run.
Jack will never forgive me… will he?
