I Confessed To The Wrong Twin
A guy on the couch stops arguing about a video game, someone halfway through eating a slice of pizza lowers it slowly, and another guy turns around with a confused expression before his eyes land on Jami.
“What the hell, Captain?” he blurts out.
Another guy sits forward, staring between us. “Morton, is that your girlfriend?”
Jami's cheeks immediately turn pink, and I can't stop the grin spreading across my face as I slide an arm around her waist and pull her closer. “Yeah, this is Jami. She's my girlfriend, so everybody needs to calm down before you scare her away.”
That only makes things worse.