Page 8 of The Final Deal

I’m sorry too babe

Do you still want to work things out?

That’s a dumb question

Of course I do

Wtf have I told you about splitting up your messages like that?? Scared the shit out of me!

Lol you should know better by now

Ugh

You’re lucky I love you

Count that blessing every day

But I wanna know something

What hon?

You said you’re dating Adrian too

What does that mean for us?

I love you both, so I’m not choosing just one of you. You’re mine. Adrian is mine. Nothing changes between us, but I’m not letting either of you go again.

The twin fetish is a gross fantasy lol

Y’all aren’t a fetish to me.

I know. I’m joking.

I know it’s weird af to share someone but… the three of us have always been together. Maybe not romantically but you know what I mean. You and Dree have always been a package deal and I want the whole thing

I think that’s what we both have always loved about you

That even though we’ve always been forced to share everything, you always made us both feel special

Like we’re not the same person just because we’re twins, but individual people with different preferences and shit

Tbf y’all don’t make that easy when you both take your coffee the same way, basically order the same drinks, say shit at the same time, sometimes show up wearing the same clothes… I could go on, really

Bet. Next time you mouth off like that you’re gonna get a spanking

Don’t tempt me with a good time ;)

My phone falls to my chest, and I close my eyes with a small smile. Maybe things can’t go completely back to normal yet, but being able to call the Ramos twinsmineis more than I’ve ever anticipated.

I breathe in deeply, slowly blink, and a shadow moves in the periphery.

My eyes crack fully open and peer out into the darkness beyond my window. Nothing’s there, but with my track record since I’ve been home, something probably is.

Maybe I should grab Mom’s handy-dandy bottle of holy water from the kitchen cabinet first, but I disregard the urge and creep toward the window, cautiously peeking around the corner of the frame.

Still nothing.

I scan the trees, distrustful of anything at first sight, knowing that the devil works in the shadows.

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