I was dating a pair of identical twins, but neither of them knew it. They took turns going on dates with me, thinking they were playing me for a fool. Until today, when the younger brother jokingly ordered a dish and asked: "Hey, didn't you remember I'm allergic to this?" I kept my face perfectly straight: "Isn't it your older brother who's allergic to this?" 1 After I dropped that bomb, a long, heavy silence stretched across the table. I realized it a second too late: "Did you guys not coordinate who was taking the shift today?" The smile on Elias's face completely froze. A hint of genuine displeasure flashed in his beautiful, deep-set eyes. "You knew there were two of us?" Even though 'Little E' (Elias) and 'Big E' (Ezra) were identical down to the last freckle and were excellent at mimicking each other's personalities, it was normal for an average person not to be able to tell them apart. But I wasn't an average person. I could see their labels. Invisible ones, of course. Floating above Elias's head was a glowing sign that read 'Little E'. Floating above Ezra's head was a sign reading 'Big E'. Today's date was with Elias. He was the clingy one. I totally got it. He was younger; it was perfectly normal. 2 Elias looked like he was having a minor mental breakdown, so I considerately called an end to the date. Looking at the handsome, shell-shocked boy, I affectionately patted his cheek and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Alright, why do you look like the sky is falling? "Go home and have a good chat with your brother about who gets tomorrow's shift." Just two of them... I can handle that. 3 What are you thinking? I'm talking about hot dogs. 4 The guy running the hot dog cart down the street was incredibly hot. Every time I walked by, I couldn't help but stare for a minute. "Hey there, you got a girlfriend?" The hot dog guy seemed to remember something and let out a soft laugh. His eyes crinkled, flashing a brilliant, perfect smile. "Aren't two boyfriends enough for you?" Oh, he actually knew? I swept my long hair over my shoulder, looking at my freshly manicured nails sparkling under the streetlights. "One more wouldn't hurt." My response was two hot dogs shoved directly into my hands. I assumed Ezra and Elias would need a couple of days to figure out their game plan. But when I got back to my apartment complex, I realized someone was already waiting downstairs. A glowing, neon label hovered in the dark night. Ezra. I had barely reached him before my wrist was pinned to the wall. Ezra kissed me fiercely, almost punishingly. It wasn't until I couldn't take it anymore and pushed him back slightly that he finally let go. Big E was definitely the more dominant one. I licked my lips and smirked. "Have you two decided what you're going to say to me? "Ezra, for all this time, did you both think I was an idiot? "If I hadn't accidentally 'found out', how much longer were you planning on playing this little game with me?" The wind wasn't too strong between the buildings, but the night air still held a chill. I was wearing a black silk slip dress, and my bare shoulders shivered slightly. Ezra silently took off his suit jacket and draped it over my shoulders. "It's windy down here. Let's go upstairs and talk, okay?" 5 When I was originally apartment hunting, Ezra was the one who came with me. He was actually pretty familiar with the layout. The moment we stepped inside, he flicked on the dim mood lighting. Only then did I get a good look at what he was wearing. I rarely saw Ezra in formal wear, and I'd never seen Elias in it either. But tonight, Ezra was wearing a crisp black dress shirt, having given his suit jacket to me. His eyes were incredibly dark as he addressed my questions from downstairs. His attitude toward admitting fault was excellent; he said it was entirely both of their faults. "But, Chloe." Ezra wrapped his arm around my waist, lifting me up effortlessly, and pressed a kiss right behind my ear. "I still love you. "We can go house-hunting tomorrow. I'll buy you a place, put it entirely in your name. Just please don't be mad, okay?" The classic 'obsessive billionaire buys forgiveness' routine. I love it, Big E. My freshly changed sheets smelled faintly of lavender. Ezra stood by the bed, giving me a deep, unreadable look before heading to the bathroom to shower. "Wait for me." While he was showering, I finally let my body relax on the bed. Being the absolute favorite of this many guys was honestly exhausting. My phone buzzed. It was a message from the hot dog guy I had just added on social media: [So, what are the requirements to be your boyfriend?] [Young, and good in bed.] I teased him: [Coming over?] I could hear the water turning off in the bathroom. I flipped my phone face down and looked up at Ezra. Both his and Elias's clothes were kept here, but Ezra walked out wearing only a towel wrapped low around his waist. Droplets of water slid down his sharply defined abs, disappearing beneath the terrycloth. I swallowed hard, suddenly remembering that Ezra had absolutely zero restraint in bed, and I felt a brief flash of panic. "Chloe, exactly when did you figure out we weren't the same person?" I was dating Ezra. And I knew he had an identical twin brother, Elias. But who would have guessed they were pulling a 'Parent Trap' and swapping places on dates with me? Talk about a massive upgrade for me. I didn't answer, mostly because Ezra didn't give me the chance. The mattress dipped heavily, and he yanked me into his arms, silencing me with a kiss. "I don't care when you found out. The fact that you only ever sleep with me... does that mean you like me more?" 6 When I first found out my dad was setting me up with the Sterling brothers, my initial choice wasn't actually Ezra. Big E was dominant, aggressive, and loved being in control. Little E was gentle, clingy, loved to pout, and was a total romantic. My original preference was definitely the younger brother, Elias. And the first one I interacted with at that high-society party was actually Little E. It was a birthday gala for a wealthy heiress I was good friends with. I had slipped away to the second-floor balcony to get some air. The balcony was wrapped in climbing roses. I thought I'd be alone up there. Instead, I found a guy wearing a silver silk pajama shirt, exposing a pair of beautifully sculpted collarbones. There was a glass of red wine on the tray next to him, and he was completely engrossed in tinkering with a beat-up old vintage radio. Wearing something that informal to a black-tie gala—he looked like he had just rolled out of bed and was ready to go right back to sleep. Then I remembered my friend mentioning that her younger brothers were currently staying at this particular mansion. Why didn't she ever mention her brother was an absolute snack? I mentally cursed her out while taking a seat right next to him. Elias glanced up at me, then immediately looked back down, messing with the radio. After a long while, whether he succeeded or failed, he set the radio aside and took a sip of his wine. The radio crackled with static for a second before smooth, lo-fi jazz started playing. Elias leaned in close to me. As he bent forward, the loose collar of his silk shirt draped open, offering a spectacular view of his chest. "You look really familiar. Wanna make out?" 7 Up close, Elias's face was fully illuminated. No matter how identical twins are, there are always subtle differences. Even with the exact same face, Elias just looked... sweeter. More innocent. His skin was pale, and his beautiful eyes held absolutely zero lust, yet he was saying something so incredibly provocative. I leaned back slightly, my eyes intentionally drifting down to his exposed chest, and smiled coyly. "Where do you want me to kiss you?" The boy suddenly went dead silent. Under the balcony lights, I saw the tips of his ears turn bright red. He instinctively rubbed his nose and mumbled. "Anywhere is fine." The exact second Elias spoke his first sentence, I realized this wasn't actually our first meeting. Elias was a student at Columbia University. I had run into him when I was accompanying my younger cousin on a campus tour. In a massive, stadium-seating philosophy lecture hall, my cousin and I had snagged seats in the very back row so I could secretly text. When I finally looked up, someone was sitting in the previously empty seat directly in front of me. Just from the back of his head and shoulders, I knew he was gorgeous. My heart did a little flutter, remembering all the TikToks about how great college guys were. After class, my cousin practically sprinted out the door. I didn't have anything to pack up, but I intentionally took my time, trailing a half-step behind this guy. Once we hit the hallway and I got a clear look at his face, I picked up the pace in my heels and followed him. I cornered him by the stairwell, staring at his slightly trembling eyelashes, and put on my sweetest, most annoying voice: "Excuse me, could I get your Instagram?" "No." Elias's face flushed bright red as he rejected me. "I don't have Instagram." "Then let's make out. I can see you have a mouth." "..." Much later, when I finally did get his social media, I accidentally saw the contact name he had saved me under. "The Makeout Girl." 8 Ezra seemed to notice I was spacing out. Dissatisfied, he bit down lightly on my collarbone. "Chloe, focus." The boy's back was broad and powerful. When I ran my fingers over it, I felt a thin, slick layer of sweat. Probably knowing I was most agreeable in bed, Ezra started murmuring endlessly in my ear. I was half-zoned out, only catching fragmented declarations of love. And: "Everything is my and Elias's fault, but mostly Elias's fault. Please don't be mad at me." Once you're done being mad at him, you're not allowed to be mad at me either. I eventually lost consciousness completely and didn't wake up until the next morning. Ezra probably had morning classes. He left a message on my phone: [I left your favorite soup warming on the stove. Make sure you heat it up before you drink it.] He knew he messed up, he had classes, and he still rushed over here just to sleep with me. I rubbed my sore lower back and collapsed back into the pillows. Aside from Ezra's messages, there were others. Elias had sent the most. At first, it was a string of apologies, saying he never should have done it, he just liked me way too much. Then, realizing he couldn't reach Ezra either, it took zero brainpower for him to figure out exactly whose bed his brother was in. After sending a dozen texts cursing Ezra out, he pitifully asked me: [But honestly... is it really impossible for you to date both of us?] [I really, really like you...] [I can do literally everything Ezra does. Please, just give me a chance...] ... Beneath Elias's barrage of texts, there was one more message. It was from the hot dog guy. He had replied to my teasing text from last night: [Can't do that. I don't have any other skills. I only know how to grill hot dogs.] I could almost picture it. In the dark, under the streetlights. That guy, wearing a black surgical mask, standing next to his little cart, eyes half-lidded, casually typing out that reply. Or maybe he was judging me, thinking I was cheap and easy.
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