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“Her what?” The words burned.

“Oh, you know Indi!” Mary-Jane twirled her hair. “Always fucking around with someone new. You know, you should really have a talk with her, as her big brother.” My jaw tightened at the thought of her being with another man. Mary-Jane stepped closer, placing her hand on my jacket. “It’s a scary world out there sometimes. People like Indi really need someone to watch out for them and keep them safe.”

I grabbed her wrist and stopped her. “I can take care of Indi.”

“Oh, I bet you can. I imagine someone like you can handle any girl, even the wild ones.” She stepped closer, running her nail along the underside of my chin. “If you ever want to play with a wildcard, you know where to find me.” Mary-Jane grazed my thigh, running her hand across my dick as a soft gasp left her eager lips. “Oh yes. Don’t be a stranger, Haze Osvaldo.” She slithered past. I couldn’t help but look over my shoulder and watch, my eyes falling to her swaying hips as her full ass peaked from the underside of those tiny shorts she wore. She stopped at a doorway and looked back at me. “Until next time, big boy.” She winked.

Interesting.

A low snarl vibrated in my chest as I turned and rushed down the hall and stairs. I moved so fast, bolting from the house to my car. Drunk people were stumbling from the sorority, empty solo cups and trash scattered all around on the grass. During the day, it looked so normal, but at night it was a whole other beast.

I quickly slammed the door and turned the engine over, plugging my phone in as I impatiently watched the battery symbol flash, waiting for it to charge. “Come on, come on.” I needed to contact Indi and figure out why she left. And where she was. Mary-Jane’s words trickled into my skull as I envisioned her wrapped around another man, doing what she had done with me. My body tensed and burned at the idea.“Come on!” I screamed, hitting the steering wheel again and again. “Fucking charge!” The same dead battery symbol flashed back at me. “Fuck!” I threw the phone, hitting the steering wheel over and over, yelling with absolute rage. I needed to talk to Indi, and I couldn’t. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

My head slammed against the wheel as I stopped hitting it, panting from the exhaustion of anger, my head pounding and aching from the sunlight and being hungover.

Beep.

My head rolled as I peeked through my long, stringy hair, noticing my phone light up.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Messages were flooding in.

Indi.

I sat up and snatched the phone, entering my passcode as I saw her name pop up. I had three unread messages from her. My stomach twisted and felt sick as I opened them, reading them silently to myself.

Haze, I’m so sorry.

I can’t see you right now. I need some space.

Haze… I don’t know what happened. I can’t remember, but tell me it’s okay. That everything is normal? Please.

Anger flowed through my veins. She was pretending what we did—everything between us—didn’t happen. Or she didn’t want to face the truth of it. She wanted to go back to the way things were.

“Indi,” I growled, squeezing my phone before responding to her.

Everything is okay. I’m heading back. See you later, Indi.She wanted space? Fine.

I tapped her name, moving through the motions as I found her location.

Ah. You’re not far.I put the car into drive, following the directions on my phone.

She may have wanted space, and I would play along for her, but I couldn’t give it to her. I could pretend like she wanted to, but I would never forget. What happened between us was meant to be. And I refuse to pretend it didn’t happen. I remembered enough to know she liked it just as much as I did. And one day, she’d want more. She’d want me again.

I pulled up to the coffee shop, parking far enough to remain unseen. As I turned the car off and searched, I found her. She was sitting with the guy I beat up at the party last night, the two drinking coffee and talking as if everything was normal. It pissed me off to see her smiling at him.

What the hell are you doing with him?

My fists squeezed with jealousy,but then I remembered how her skin must still reek of my cum, knowing it was smothered all over her chest and face just hours ago.

Enjoy your coffee, little sis. Laugh, smile, and pretend to be normal. But I know just how sick and twisted you really are. We’re the same. Twins connected by a dark secret.

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