LOGIN“There’s my emotionally unstable princess,” Sav announces sarcastically. Selena snorts. “You two are never allowed to leave me alone with my thoughts again.” I stand and wrap her into a quick hug. “That’s what we’re here for.” “Also,” Sav adds, standing too, “we’re about to spend an unreaso
Morning sunlight pours through the curtains of my suite at Hotel ZaZa, dragging me slowly out of sleep. For a few peaceful seconds, I stay curled beneath the blankets, warm and comfortable, half dreaming about Greg’s voice from the night before. Then reality returns. Dallas, Texas. Flights home toda
“No,” I agree softly. “That’s what makes it worse.” Greg nods grimly. For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then Greg leans back against the couch cushions. “Well,” he says carefully, “my day was significantly less emotionally traumatic.” I narrow my eyes immediately. “That sounds suspicious already.
By the time I finally return to my room at Hotel ZaZa that night, the city outside has transformed into a sea of glowing lights and distant music drifting up from the streets below. Dinner with Sav and Selena stretched on for hours. What started as a simple meal turned into cocktails, desserts we ab
“You don’t have to thank us for existing,” I tell her firmly. Sav nods. “You’re stuck with us.” Selena looks emotional for a second, but quickly covers it with a smile. “Lucky me.” The three of us slide out of the booth and gather our bags. I am still laughing at something Sav said as we start tow
The afternoon Texas heat wraps around Sav and me as we climb out of the cab and make our way toward the small Mexican restaurant Selena has picked for lunch. The place sits on a lively corner in Uptown Dallas, bright colored tiles decorating the entrance while music drifts softly through the open do
Chase looks up at me after hearing that disgusting comment about us as Sav leans over his arm and reads the article. “You’re joking, right?” I shake my head, “Do they know that we are twins?”“They won’t care; this is defamation against me and our family name. That trash piece could ruin the rest of
“No, J, you’re wrong.” Did he just call me J? Greg is the only person to ever shorten my shortened name and the only person I have allowed to call me that. He has not called me J in years, even before that night he broke up with me over the phone. “It has always only ever been you. I may have been a
By the time we arrived at the arena, the minivan was already waiting for us with the doors open, helping us get on the road quicker. I am so grateful right now for this. When the driver spots us, he comes and helps with Greg, just as he told me to climb on in and get myself comfortable. It took the
“Don’t be sorry. I just wanted to see if you were okay and when you were ready to leave, that’s all.” Fuck I have been such an asshole towards Greg these last couple of years and he doesn’t know that it was all because of Andrea is why we broke up in the first place.“Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Listen, can







