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I shake my head, crumpling it in my hands and tossing it back to her. “That’s a no.”

“Why?” Fallon laughs, unfurling it in her hands and dangling it by the silk straps. “It’s cute!”

I give another shake of my head. “I’m not wearing anything that complicated. Besides, who says he’s gonna see my underwear?”

My sister and I lock eyes, then burst into a fit of giggles together.

“You’re right, he’s totally gonna see it,” I admit, catching my breath.

That night in Denver with Theo was explosive. I thought my first time would be scary or awkward or painful, but with him, it was perfect. He was so attentive, so focused on my pleasure while taking his own. I have no regrets.

“How about something normal, though? It’d be a total mood killer if neither of us can figure out how to get it off.”

Fallon rolls her eyes, spinning around to rummage through the top drawer of her dresser. “Fine.” She pauses, then turns back to me, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Or you could just skip the bra and panties, guys fucking love that.”

“Gross!” I grab a pillow from beside me on the bed and toss it in Fallon’s direction.

She lets out a laugh, swatting it away. “What? I’m serious, Brookie! It’ll drive him crazy!”

I shake my head, eyes wide.My sister’s crazy!But… maybe she’s onto something. Fallon’s a lot more experienced than I am when it comes to this stuff.

Oh my gosh, am I really considering going commando tonight?! Who have I become?!

“Let’s revisit the underwear situation later,” I sigh, scooting off of the bed and rising to stand. “How about a dress? Do you have one I can borrow?”

“Psh,” Fallon waves a hand. “Of course I do.” Sharing clothes is definitely a perk of being an identical twin. She strides over to her closet, pulling open the double-doors. “Take your pick.”

I cross the room to join her, peering inside her overstuffed closet. Gray has totally spoiled her since she moved in- I’m willing to bet that most of these clothes haven’t even been worn yet. In fact, I know they haven’t, because the tags are still on some of them.

I just stare into the closet blankly, not sure where to start. Fallon must be able to tell that I’m overwhelmed because she starts thumbing through the hangers, picking out a few options and handing them back to me.

“So who all’s going to be there tonight?” I ask, holding the dresses up one at a time to examine them, a little skeptical about her choices. They’re all pretty revealing- but then again, I’ve been becoming more and more comfortable in my own skin thanks to Theo. I bet he’s gonna give me thatlookno matter what I choose- the look that I swear he reserves just for me.

Fallon shrugs, handing another dress back to me. “Davis and Casey, Boyd, Shay, Judd…” she pauses. “Connor.”

I blow out a breath.Connor. I’ve seen him around the complex a few times, but we haven’t spoken since our disaster date. Well, the date itself wasn’t a disaster, but that kiss… I grimace just thinking about it. Hopefully I can avoid him tonight so things aren’t awkward.

“Is that gonna be weird?” Fallon asks.

“Dunno,” I sigh. “Hope not.”

I choose a dress out of the pile in my arms, handing the others back to her.

“I’m gonna try this one,” I say, holding up a little black bodycon dress with cutouts down the sides.

Fallon arches a brow. “Really?”

“Yeah, why not?” I ask, toeing off my shoes and unbuttoning my jeans.

She shrugs. “Just surprised you’d go for that one. I love it, though! It’ll look hot.” She pauses, her lips curving into a smile. “I like this new Brooke.”

I roll my eyes, wriggling my jeans down my hips and stepping out of them. “Same Brooke. Just… different.”

“Hey, a healthy dose of confidence never hurt anybody,” Fallon murmurs, turning back to her closet and thumbing through the hangers to choose a dress for herself.

I shuck my t-shirt and sports bra, tossing them to the floor and slipping the dress on overhead. It’s stretchy material, so no zipper to contend with. I wiggle into the dress, pulling the hem down. It’s short, but not uncomfortably so- it hits just above mid-thigh.

“Whaddya think?” I ask as I smooth the fabric of the front of the dress.

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