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They say men are like buses… mine have all arrived at once – with secrets!

Final year of college was supposed to be simple. Instead, I’m living with my twin brother and his best friend, Zac, aka the guy I’ve had complicated feelings for since I was fourteen.

While I’ve been drifting through life with nothing but my studies for company, everything else seems to be falling apart. My best friend disappeared two years ago, leaving behind her baby daddy, Noah. My sisters are off living their best lives elsewhere. And my twin brother, Jace, feels like a stranger these days.

Then Tyler shows up.

Thrown into my life by his uncle (also our professor), Tyler is lazy, arrogant, and completely insufferable… until he somehow becomes the one person I can actually rely on – a best friend. But then I’m told a secret that could unravel everything; a secret I wish I never found out about.

And just when life couldn’t get more complicated, a night out at a hypnosis show changes everything.

When Zac, Noah, and Tyler all end up on stage, something feels off from the start. Then they’re asked one simple question: Who is the mystery girl of your dreams?

All three give the same name.

Mine.

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As I open the door, Zac comes running up behind me, dressed smartly for his date.

“Did you forget something?” I ask as he walks through into the apartment with me. “It’s only half nine!”

“Oh, yeah, no,” he says as he removes his jacket that makes his physique look so tempting, I almost want to touch him, just to see if he is as hard as he looks. “I wasn’t feeling it, so I feigned sickness and came home.”

“Zac! You naughty boy,” I tease, to which he smiles shyly. “What was wrong with her?”

“Oh, nothing,” he says, as though being purposely flippant, “just didn’t mesh well. Whatcha got there?”

He juts his chin out toward my mystery package and I grin without restraint.

“Callie sent me a gift in the mail. I feel like I’m eight years old again, getting an unexpected birthday present!” I practically squeal with excitement.

“Cool,” he says, taking a seat on the couch and leaning forward, as if in waiting for me to  finally open it.

“You want me to open it in front of you?” I ask with excitement.

“For sure,” he replies, so I rush over to the couch to open it, taking my time with the wrapping. “It’s a plain, white box?”

“Perhaps it’s jewelry or a weird ornament from somewhere,” he suggests with a crease between his brows. “Well, open it up!”

“OK!” 

I rip it open with wild abandon, hardly able to contain my excitement – I’m uber sad, I know – and pull out a long, bright pink…

“Ahhh!” I shout, throwing it onto the floor in horror.

“Oh!” Zac says slowly, his mouth left in the shape of an O for a while after.

I throw my hands up to cover my mouth while he starts scratching awkwardly at the back of his neck, wincing as he does so.

“It’s a…it’s a…”

“It most certainly is,” he says before blowing out a long stream of air.

“A giant dildo!” I declare, somewhere between a cry and a whisper of pure humiliation.

When I look at him, I notice his shoulders are now shaking up and down and he’s biting his lips together in silent laughter. I nudge his arm and try to admonish him with a cold, hard stare, but it only has him releasing a loud sound of pure, unadulterated laughter. His face is so beautiful, and his laughter is so infectious, I cannot help but give in and laugh with him.

“I am going to kill her!” I groan.

“I am going to high-five her because that was hilarious!”

“Stop it!” I moan, nudging him again as I lean down to pick it up. I have to say, it is smooth to touch, and I do like the shade of pink, but…

”My God, is this how big they get?”

My question only has him laughing all the harder. In fact, I have to wait several minutes for him to be able to answer me through his merriment. While I wait, I do something that I’m sure he will find disturbing, but what can I say? I’m a sensory person. I lift it to my nose and take a quick sniff.

“Jesus!” he laughs. “Oh, Stace, I am so glad I came home early!”

With those words, he does something he hasn’t done since he found me crying over Lola leaving. He hugs me. At first, it feels awkward, as much as it had back then, but then his warmth envelopes me and I pretend for a moment that we are a couple in love. He’ll pull back and kiss me. It will turn passionate and then he’ll stand, offer me his hand, and I will nervously take it, knowing that we’ll be headed for the bedroom and…

“Woah! What the hell have I walked into here?” Jace positively growls at us from the door, forcing us to break apart and take notice of his constipated expression. “And why the fuck is there a dildo on the floor?!”

Like a pair of guilty children, Zac and I move just our eyes to look at the offending item on the living room rug.

“You better not be banging one another!” Jace declares, pointing at both of us like we’re sat here naked and gyrating.

“Why not?” I tease, but also extremely curious as to why he’s getting so angry over the idea.

“Because it’s…it’s weird! You’ve known each other since we were kids! Not to mention, Zac is banging a different chick every other night and you’re still a…a…well, you know!”

Zac and I exchange a brief glance that speaks of our sudden humiliation. Then I remember this is my brother and he’s being a giant dickhead. So, with that realization, I jump to my feet and pick up Callie’s delightful gift and begin waving it in front of his face. He literally jumps back with his hands thrown up in surrender, looking as though I’m brandishing a lethal weapon.

“I will ‘bang’ whoever I want to, thank you very much,” I declare, “and that includes a neon pink, twelve-inch, fake penis, which, by the way, feels strangely wonderful under my fingertips. I can only imagine how it would feel when used where it’s supposed to go.”

The more I speak, the more his face morphs into an expression of horror and disgust, until he sticks his fingers in his ears and shuts his eyes. My theatrics seem to do the trick – shutting Jace up as well as making Zac laugh again.

“Do what you want with that…thing,” Jace eventually says with his jaw tensed up, “but keep away from his dick.”

With that, he marches into his bedroom and slams the door with enough force to make the very few pictures we do have on the walls to rattle.

“What the hell is his problem?!” I ask Zac with genuine curiosity. “Why would he be so against you and me having some kind of romantic relationship?”

“Er…no idea,” Zac rushes out, unable to look me in the eye while rubbing his ear. He gets to his feet before I can take another step and begins heading to his room at speed. “Night, Stace.”

He shuts his door before I can find the words with which to wish him goodnight too.

Why are guys so freaking weird?!