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catch her wrist and lift it to my lips, turning her hand palm-up to kiss the center. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Sloan.”
    But I already know I’ll be seeing her sooner. This woman will be in every dream I have tonight.
    I am so fucked.

Chapter Six

Sloan
    “ W hat do you mean you’re canceling movie night?” my brother shouts at me from the phone I’ve left on speaker on the bathroom counter while I bustle around the kitchen.
    “Something came up!” I yell back, flinging open cabinets and bending to root through the ones under the sink. Where did I put my damn eyeliner? It’s been way too long since I bothered to give a shit, as evidenced by the fact that everything except my everyday makeup has gone missing.
    “What could come up on a Tuesday night that’s more important than watching James Bundy fumble his way through the much-anticipated sequel of his failed secret agent attempts?”
    “ Something ,” I repeat angrily.
    There’s a long pause from the other end. “Oh god, it’s a date or some shit, isn’t it?”
    Dammit. Sometimes I hate having a twin. “Don’t sound too excited there, dear brother,” I mumble.
    “Who is it? It’s not your creepfest boss, right?”
    “Martin? Gross, no. I have some standards, you know.”
    “Apparently not, if you’re prioritizing some random dude over your own flesh and blood!” But he’s laughing as he says it, so I know he’s not too seriously pissed.
    “Whatever, you’ll enjoy having ammo to tease me about and you know it.” Aha! My fingers light on the missing makeup bag, wedged behind the toilet cleaning supplies. Lucky this is a plastic bag, I think as I rinse it off before unzipping it to inspect how much eyeshadow remains. The mascara’s gone clumpy, I notice with a sigh.
    “Yeah right. Like you’ll tell me anything about him.”
    “That’s never stopped you before,” I point out, rummaging through the kit. Shit. The eyeliner’s a bit melty too. It might still work, but I’m afraid I’ll give myself raccoon eyes if I risk it.
    “Where did you meet this guy? What’s his name? Do I need to threaten him yet? Because I haven’t stocked up on leather jackets and intimidating hats, so if I need to do some threatening, you’ll have to give me more than a couple hours’ notice.”
    I roll my eyes so hard they nearly fall out of my head. “I’ve got to run, Freddie.”
    “See! You’re already not telling me things!”
    “Well you just reminded me I only have two hours left to get ready, and I still haven’t found even half the makeup I need, let alone a dress.”
    “Ew. Girl problems. Bye sis,” he replies, hanging up faster than it takes me to cross the room and shut off the phone. I’m grinning as I do.
    Predictable as clockwork. At least I always have that secret weapon to get him to shut up when necessary.
    Now to address the bigger problems at hand. I have hardly any makeup, no idea what to wear on this date, and no one to text for advice. I run a hand through my hair, surveying the mess I’ve made of my bedroom trying to root out an outfit. Clothes are strewn everywhere, jeans hanging off my desk chair, dresses scattered across the bed like a new patchwork bedspread.
    A soft knock at the door interrupts my train of thought, and I frown at the door, confused. This better not be the landlord again. He already rang my doorbell this morning asking if I’ve seen any roaches in here. Gross. And no, but now I’m afraid to know why he’s asking.
    Oh god , I think as I cross the room. It can’t be him, can it? He’s not early? I’m not ready. And now my place is a worse disaster than ever.
    I peek through the peephole and breathe a sigh of relief. Just the blonde girl who lives next door. I undo the locks and open the door. “Hi?”
    She breaks almost immediately into a smile so huge and genuine that I can’t help smiling back. “Hey neighbor! Sorry, I know this is random, but, um, my roommate is out of town, and,