Tessa

Friday was, technically, the day I’d set aside for Jess, but he was a twin, and they chose to meet me together. That was their prerogative, and I agreed quickly. They’d made me dinner, a simple spaghetti sauce with spaghetti. Well, it wasn’t simple, it had taken them hours, obviously, because it was perfect and not from a jar.

I’d snuck off to the bathroom to swish my mouth out with some of their mouthwash after I overindulged in the fantastic garlic bread they’d made. That was homemade too and it had been delicious. Now, after their own trips to the bathroom to brush their teeth, we were on the couch, with the intention of watching a movie. Only I couldn’t keep my hands to myself.

Both of them were tall, well over six feet tall, with athletic builds. They were both baseball players, determined to go pro, and kept fit to aid that dream. They were identical in every way, unlike the triplets. They were both a little cocky, intelligent, and dressed in the same black athleticwear. I susp