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Fallon starts making kissy faces, taunting me. I laugh, shoving her away.

“What if things goreallywell, though?” she asks, waggling her eyebrows.

I roll my eyes again. “If things goreallywell, I’ll ask if we can both stay here for the full moon, see if we’re mates.”

She folds her arms, sticking her bottom lip out in a pout. “You’re no fun.”

I wasn’t that interested in finding my fated mate until my twin found hers. Every time I see her with Gray- see how devoted they are to one another, the love between them- I can’t help but want something like that for myself. It seems like Connor and I are a lot alike, so it’s not a stretch to think that we could be mates. And wouldn’t it be amazing to be fated to someone I already like?

The cruel twist of it all is that there’s no way of knowing if we’re fated mates unless we’re in proximity of one another under the full moon. So I could date him, fall for him, and we wouldn’t know if we were actually fated until the moon confirmed it.

And if we aren’t fated mates, could I really keep dating him? It seems like a colossal waste of time if my mate’s still out there, waiting. Seems like a recipe for heartbreak.

“Alright, I’m gonna go,” Fallon sighs, gathering up her things and stuffing them back into the dress bag.

“Thanks for your help,” I say, checking myself out in the mirror again.

“No problem.” Fallon tosses the dress bag over her shoulder, grinning. “Good luck tonight. Love you.”

I smile, reaching out to give her hand a squeeze. “No matter what.”

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Connor knocks on my door at exactly seven o’clock to pick me up for our date.

Gotta love a guy that’s on time!

He’s wearing a dress shirt and a tie, looking so darn cute that I immediately go in for a hug. He’s a little stiff, but he returns it, then steps back and drags a hand down through his shaggy hair.

“You look really pretty,” he says, fidgeting a little.

So cute.

“Thanks,” I smile. “You look nice, too.”

Connor blushes, smiling back. “You ready to go?”

I nod, grabbing my clutch off of my dresser and locking the door behind me.

I’m pleasantly surprised when Connor leads me around the side of the complex to the parking lot. I was expecting to walk to Goldenleaf in these dang heels- I had no idea that he had a car. It’s an older model Camry, clean and comfortable. We climb inside and the ride to the restaurant is a little awkward because we’re both quiet, nervous.

“Got any tunes?” I ask, eyeing the radio.

Connor leans forward, pressing a button to turn it on.

I hear a familiar song playing and I can’t help but giggle at the irony. It’s ‘Under Pressure’ byDavid BowieandQueen- and it fits perfectly with the mood right now; the pressure that we’re both obviously feeling for this first date.

“Okay, that’s too ironic.” I glance over at Connor, grinning.

“Huh?”

“This song!”

Connor shakes his head, eyes trained on the road. “Never heard it before.”

“What?! You’ve gotta be kidding me. It’s a classic! David Bowie, Freddie Mercury…”

He just shrugs. “Never heard of those guys.”

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