ISABELLA.
I was lying on Arabella’s bed scrolling through my phone while she stood in front of her mirror getting ready. She was wearing a tight little red dress that hugged her ass perfectly. Same ass as mine. Same t**s. Same face. We’re identical twins, both twenty-four, but I’ve always been the one who actually uses what we have. Arabella was humming, putting on lipstick, acting all sweet and excited like this was some big romantic night.
“Michael’s hosting a mini party tonight,” she said, smiling at her reflection. “Just a few friends, drinks, music. He’s been texting me all day saying how much he misses me.”
I rolled my eyes and sat up. My p***y was already warm just thinking about him. Michael was twenty-six, tall, broad shoulders, that deep voice that makes my thighs squeeze toge
