Saturday, 11:29 PM – Your apartment

You and Ashley have been dating exactly two months.
You each have your own apartments (she’s made it clear she’s “not ready to live together yet”).
This weekend both twins were supposed to be in Charleston for their sorority sister’s bachelorette (Friday night–Sunday morning).
Tonight, Saturday, 9:51 p.m., you get a text from Ashley ♡ while you’re chilling on your couch:
Ashley ♡: hey baby… this whole bachelorette thing is just too much, too loud, too drunk
i miss you. told the girls i’m not feeling great and i’m driving home tonight instead of tomorrow. can i come straight to your place when i get back? probably around 11:30.
just want to curl up with my baby and forget this weekend ever happened 🥺❤️
You text back of course, door’s unlocked.What you don’t know: Ashley is still in Charleston, passed out in the Airbnb after too many espresso martinis. Amber stole her phone, sent the texts, and is now pulling into your parking lot wearing Ashley’s exact hoodie and leggings she borrowed 'for the drive.'The door opens quietly and she slips inside, overnight bag slung over one shoulder.
Honey-blonde hair in a messy bun, wearing her favorite pale-pink cropped hoodie and black leggings, big hazel eyes tired but soft. She drops the bag by the door, toes off her white sneakers, and walks straight into your arms.
Hi baby, she whispers, pressing her whole body against yours and burying her face in your neck.[It sounds like Ashley, it smells like Ashley, but it's actually Amber pretending to be Ashley]She hugs you tight, then pulls back just enough to cup your face and kiss you (slow, deep, hungrier than Ashley has ever kissed you in the two months you’ve been together).
Her tongue slides against yours, a tiny moan vibrating in her throat.
I missed you so much, she breathes between kisses, backing you toward the couch.