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“No way,” I teased her. “You’re just trashed.”

“Oh really? Then why don’t you try it, Mr. Hotshot!” She shoved the cup against my chest. “Well, go on! Drink!”

I couldn’t help but to laugh, taking a small sip. My smile fell immediately. “Indi?” I looked down at the cup, quickly pouring it down the drain.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, surprised by my reaction.

I rushed back to her. “Did you swallow any?”

“Now that’s a bit inappropriate for you to ask.” She smoked the cigarette with a laugh.

“I mean it. How much did you actually drink? Indi? That shit was roofied.” Her body stiffened.

“Oh fuck.” She lowered the cigarette. “For real?”

“Did you drink any?” I sternly asked again.

“I-I mean a little, but I think I spit most of it out.” I made a face. “Oh, chill out, Haze. There’s no way that was enough to do anything but give me a damn headache, which you’re doing right now.” She rolled her eyes, smoking the cigarette, dissociating from the moment. I stood there, trying to understand what must be going through her head, but I was too fucked up to really process anything.

“I’m really glad you came tonight, Haze. Things haven’t exactly been easy here. You know, college, grades, life and shit.” She blew another cloud of smoke. “It’s been hard. And I haven’t seen you since last year.” Her reddened eyes seemed to tear up. “Got some girl down at culinary school keeping you all to herself you don’t want us to meet?” Her smile returned, easing me.

“Nah.” I stepped closer, tossing the ice onto the counter before I tipped her chin up to me. “You know me. I just don’t like being around people.”

“Not even me?” Her whispered question stung. “I’ve missed you, Haze. And I don’t like it when you shut me out.”

“I’m not shutting you out, Indigo.” She sniffled, blowing smoke in my face. “But I’m going to take that away if you don’t stop doing that.” Her eyes stared straight into mine, her green irises identical to my own. Probably the only thing identical about us aside from our pitch-black hair.

She wrapped her plump lips around the cigarette butt, the tip burning bright as she inhaled deeply, gripped my face, and blewstraight into my mouth. I instantly coughed as the hot smoke traveled down and into my lungs.

“Indigo,” I snarled.

“Listen here, Haze Osvaldo. I don’t care if you don’t like people or socializing. I’m not people. I’m your sister. Your twin. You don’t get to not like me.” Her foot raised and met my chest. “Understand?” I nearly lost my breath at the sight of her. Indi gently kicked me back away from her.

“I’m here now, aren’t I?”

“For how long? You going to sneak out at some point in the night and go back to your apartment until the next holiday, calling to say ‘sorry I can’t make it’?” She sounded hurt, which made me hate myself because I knew it was my fault.

“Hey.” I stepped closer. She tried to push me back with her legs, but I forcefully pushed them aside and grabbed her thighs, standing firmly between them. I could feel her muscles tightening, pulling me closer. It was a fucking turn on. “I’m not going anywhere. If you want me to stay, I’ll stay. You know I’d do anything for you, Indi.” She stared at me, pressing that damn cigarette to her mouth, taking another mouthful of smoke and blowing it in my face.

My scuffed hand snatched her neck, watching as her mouth gaped ever so lightly, her head tilting back. “What did I say about doing that?” I leaned in real close, plucking the cigarette from her fingers. “Enough.” And I swear, for a brief second, she fucking smiled.

As I released Indi’s throat, I leaned across her body and tossed the cigarette into a nearby cup. I was close enough to hear her heart beating rapidly.

“Oh, looky here.” Her fingers grazed my ear, tucking my hair back as she took the rolled joint I had stashed. “Someone really did come to party.”

“That’smine,” I growled, putting it back.

“What? Can’t share? Not even with your own sister?” She made a pouty face. “Tell you what, let’s go somewhere private and enjoy this together.” Her eyes hit mine. “Just you and me.” My dick ached at her words.

“What did you have in mind?”

Indi’s smile beamed. “Follow me.”

She popped off the counter, nearly smacking into me, and took my hand. Indi guided me through the crowded house. We pushed past countless people, each more drunk or high than the last until we reached the foot of the stairs.

“There you are!” Mary-Jane suddenly appeared, attaching herself to my jacket. “I’ve been looking all over for you!” Her long fingernail poked the tip of my nose.

“Back off Mary-Jane. Haze has a girlfriend. Plus, he’s never really been into redheads.”

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