Page 112 of How to Win the Girl

To say the vibe in the bathroom has suddenly gotten awkward is an understatement, partly due to the fact I have zero clue how to behave. No clue what to say.

He is not my date, and I let him go down on me.

Who knows how long I’ve been gone—if my date had sent up a search party looking for us, then where would we be?

Drake washes his hands.

Wipes his mouth with toilet paper, a reminder of where that mouth had been.

When he takes the bathroom key out of his pocket, I hear it jingle as I unlock the door from the inside, his body stepping in on my space, his hand brushing my lower back. His lips kiss the crown of my hair.

“Did you just kiss my head?”

How are we supposed to behave when we go back to the party? I feel like I’m parading around with the wordsWE HAD ORALwritten across my forehead the same way Benny is marked with PLEDGE, the beard burn between my legs I will surely feel for days.

Am I supposed to act like Drake is Drew? Am I supposed to act like I don’t know which twin he is?

Shit.

I am insomuch trouble.

Except, when I return to the back patio, I cannot find my date. That tall brown-haired cutie is nowhere to be found.

The blonde Drake was chatting with is in the yard now, laughing at something a frat boy is saying; she gives her hair a toss when Drake and I enter the yard, poignantly looking in our direction.

The brothers are tall. He should not be easy to miss.

I double back, going inside the house, scanning the living room and kitchen.

No Drew.

Dammit.

“Where’s your brother?” I ask, glancing around the front room near the door which is apparently called a foyer, with its sweeping grand staircase leading to the second level of this massive house.

All this wasted on a bunch of drunk dudes.

“Let me text him. Better yet.” Drake is still behind me. He taps a random guy passing by on the arm to get his attention, and they gaze around the room. “Remy, have you seen my brother?”

Remy shakes his head. “Nah, man, I think he bounced.”

“Bounced?”

The big dude claps Drake on the shoulder. “He’s gone.” Pauses. “You want a beer?”

“No thanks.”

“Gone?” My lips part at the news. “But why would he leave me here?”

Momentarily, I forget who I’m with—forget I’m pretending this is the twin I came here with and his brother was at the party too as a coincidence.

Drew was my ride, why would he ditch me?

We had a plan!

Granted, I was in the bathroom practically boning his twin, but still—he DOES NOT KNOW THAT!

“…Twintuition.It’s this feelin we get sometimes—I feel the hallowness in my stomach he’s feelin’ right now…”

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