I rock up to Chloe's apartment with a box full of cinnamon rolls in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other.

Yeah, I know roses are customary. In a pinch, daises will do. But this girl is a writer, and if I know anything about writers, it's this: they'll forget to water their fucking flowers faster than you can say Dostoyevsky, but they'll never forget to water themselves with a good bottle of wine.

I made sure to set this date after our last little sexting session. Not because I just couldn't help myself or anything, but because dammit, Chloe is a clever little minx. I'm always left wondering if she'll be as quick in person as she is behind the screen of her cellphone, and she never seems to disappoint.

I can hear the bell ring through the door; it’s a pretty little chime that kind of reminds me of Chloe's giggle. Clear as a bell, even when she's trying to muffle it by holding her hand over her mouth.

The door swings open, and for a second, I'm taken aback.

At first glance, this is Chloe—same hair, same bone structure, same height, same eyes.

But something feels off to me too. And not just because this girl looks like she's preparing to measure me for a coffin.

"You're…not Chloe," I say, laughing a little and narrowing my eyes.

"Damn right. Here, let me take those off your hands." Not-Chloe takes the liberty of relieving me of the box of cinnamon rolls and the bottle of wine. I surrender them, a little dumbfounded. "And stop looking at me like I just stole your wallet."

Aw, fuck. Right. Riiiight. I forgot that Chloe had a twin sister. I was so wrapped up in her that night at the club that I barely glanced at her sister.

"There." Not-Chloe laughs. "You figured it out. I'm Cassie, remember? Come on in."

I follow Not-Chloe—Cassie—into a spacious living room. Looks more cozy than high-fashion, which is surprisingly comforting. It's the kind of living room you can sit down in and not worry about what furniture you're ruining with your presence.

Makes me consider hiring a redecorator.

"Oooh!" Cassie coos from the kitchen. "Cinnies! Yum!"

"Those are for—" I say, but it's way too late for that.

Cassie beams at me from the kitchen with icing all over her face, somehow having managed to fit half of the biggest cinnamon rolls in the city all the way into her mouth all at once.

"Pfank youb!" she calls out, and all I can do is laugh and shake my head.

In front of the television in the living room, a guy who looks like he walked straight off the pages of a GQ is sitting. He looks like every other billionaire his age that I've met—effortlessly well-groomed, with a smile like a rogue congressional candidate, and understated but expensive clothes.

I sit down across from him, and his eyes slide over to me. He gives me a little nod, and I give him one back.

"So," the billionaire asks me. "Whose ass is bigger?"

"Ah…" I begin, even though I'm not sure what to say next. If this guy means between Chloe and Cassie, after all, I wouldn't touch that with a hazmat suit on.

"If he says Khloé's, murder him!" Cassie calls out through the kitchen.

"Kardashians," the dude on the couch explains, pointing to the television where a tiny brunette is currently mistaking a teacup pig for a chicken. "Cassie thinks Kim's ass is the biggest, but personally, I don't think implants should count."

"Wouldn't that eliminate the entire family?" I joke.

"Exactly!" Cassie exclaims. She runs across the living room on her tiptoes and tumbles into the billionaire's lap, shoving the other half of her cinnamon roll into his face. "Aaron, meet Ethan. He's wrong constantly."

"Enjoying the wine?" I ask, nodding to the bottle that Cassie has taken the liberty of uncorking.

She holds it up like a trophy.

"It's no boxed Moscato," Cassie admits. "But I'll live."

"Shit, man," Ethan says through the last mouthfuls of cinnamon roll. "That's a nice vintage. It's almost like it deserves to be in a glass."

He tickles Cassie's sides as she responds by drinking it directly from the bottle in huge gulps.

Normally, this would kind of disgust me. Happy couples doing happy couple shit, right? But there's something oddly sweet about these two, like they know each other so well, they've earned the right to be disgustingly cute.

"What do you do for a living, Aaron?" Ethan asks. "Must be some kind of big shot, if you're letting my girlfriend binge drink your four-hundred-dollar wine like a college freshman at her first rager."

"I'm in business," I say. As to what that business is, I leave it vague. Generally for the best, really.

Thebadboys.net is always going to have a hell of a reputation. Cassie and Ethan seem cool, but I'm not exactly keen on sitting in front of The Kardashians and answering questions all night.

"You're a porn star, aren't you?" Cassie jokes, narrowing her eyes in mock accusation. "That's why Chloe won't shut the fuck up about you."

"You got me. It's a rough life having sex with beautiful women on camera for money, but somebody's gotta do it."

"You're doing porn now?!" Chloe's voice echoes down the hall, so I hear her before I see her.

But when I see her, good god, even a guy like me has to do a double take. And even then, doesn't quite seem like it could possibly be real.

She’s in a cute little suede skirt, kitten heels, and a black off-the-shoulder top that hugs her tits like they've been vacuum-sealed into it.

"Yeah." Cassie giggles, breaking the silence. "Aaron here just won't shut up about his huge porn star dick. He talks about it almost as much as you—"

"Aaaand that's enough wine for you," Chloe announces, recapturing the bottle from Cassie's hand. "Did you give her this?" she asks me with a sly little grin.

"More like she took it from me by force," I admit.

"Yeah, you've gotta watch out for that." Chloe's smile lights up the entire room, and without even thinking about it, I find myself smiling back. "So where are we headed?"

"Double date!" Cassie announces. "Double date. It'll be, like, too fun."

"Tacky!" Chloe laughs. "Don't act like your trashy ass isn't already glued to whatever drama Kim and Kourtney are getting into."

"Ugh," Cassie groans. "No, it's Scott right now. Suuuuuch a dick. Totally the biggest ass."

"Where are we really going?" Chloe asks, sliding up against me.

I slip my arm around her waist and draw her away from the television, bottle of wine in hand.

"I brought cinnamon rolls too, you know," I mention, teasing out our destination for a little longer.

"Unf. And I will totally destroy those when I get back, don't you worry. But right now, spill! I wanna know where we're headed."

I shrug nonchalantly. "Well…you like books, right, Chloe?"

Chloe licks her lips. They're glossy and fire-engine red. And yeah, it's impossible not to imagine them being wrapped around my cock, but when it comes to Chloe, what else is new?

"I figured a nerd like you might like taking a little trip to the library," I tease.

Chloe laughs at that. She's so fucking cute when she laughs too. She doubles over, shoulders shaking, with one hand over her mouth and the other over the bottle of wine.

"God, sorry," she says, still giggling. "Either Cassie got me proximity drunk or—"

"I'm just that intoxicating?"

"Something like that." She grins, the biggest cheesiest grin I've ever seen. Some girls give off that vibe that they're afraid to smile, but Chloe shoves her happiness right in your face without a hint of hesitation or regret. "Library sounds like a blast, nerd."

"Yeah, on second thought, I'm rescinding my offer for a double date with you guys," Cassie calls out from the living room. "You boring dorks have fun!"

"We'll schedule one soon," I promise them. "You know, the planetarium is just beautiful this time of year."

"Oooh," Chloe adds. "Or we could always check out the science and history museum?"

"I've got it. Couple's physics lessons."

"We could tour a nuclear power plant!"

"Oh my God," Cassie groans from the couch. "Go fuck in the sci-fi section already and let me lose my brain cells to reality television in peace!"

I shrug, offering Chloe my arm. She takes it, doubling over again as she does. It's like she can't stop laughing, which is, interestingly enough, the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my goddamn life.

"And leave the wine!" Cassie yells after us as we slip out the door.

Like a good sister, Chloe carefully sets it down on an end table as she slips past me. I smack her ass and she squeals, running and giggling all the way to my car.