Before I was ready, the door flew open, and Asher poked his head out. “Action,” he said then slammed it closed again.

Oh right. That’s probably a good idea.

I shook out my hands and knocked on the door. Nervous virgin. Nervous virgin. Nervous virgin.

Asher—as Ender—pulled the door open. His cheeks were still flushed, but he smiled back at me as he nibbled his lip.

“You made it,” he breathed, his voice a bit shaky.

“I did. I got your message. I’m here.”

“Come in.”

I entered and looked around, playing the part. “I’m nervous, Ender. What if someone finds out?”

Asher studied me a minute, then picked up on where I was taking the scene. “No one will know. Who better to show you than me? It’s perfect. You trust me, right?”

“With my life.”

Asher held out his hand. When I took it, he pulled me closer. Our chests bumped. “Can I tell you a secret?” he whispered against my ear, his lips ghosting the lobe and raising goose bumps down my arms.

“Yes. Tell me.”

“I’ve wanted you for a long time. I’ve wanted to take you to bed and explore every part of you no matter how wrong it is.”

“Ender?”

His hands went under my shirt and smoothed up and down my sides. “Yeah?”

“I don’t wanna be a nervous virgin anymore.”

He chuckled, as Ender or Asher, I couldn’t tell.

“Then let me take care of you.” He sucked my earlobe into his hot wet mouth and flicked it with his tongue.

My processing center went haywire, and I moaned for real but was quick to recover with a, “Yes, Ender. Please. More.”

It was bad porn worthy, but I was proud of my coverup.

“Mom and Dad can never know. This has to stay our little secret.”

The brakes squealed to a halt, and I pulled out of Asher’s arms. “Say what now?”

“M-mom and Dad can never know? Ender and Elliot are twins too, dumbass. I’m in character. What did you think I meant?”

“Oh. Right. I knew that. Never mind. Carry on.”

Why did my brain instantly think of our Mom and Dad? This whole real-twin, fake-twin thing was confusing.

Asher—Ender—moved his mouth to my neck again. There was no kissing or licking, but his hot breath and soft lips teased the sensitive skin over my pulse like he’d turned shy and didn’t know how to proceed.

So I gave him a nudge.

“Will you take me to bed, Ender? Show me what I’ve been missing? Make me yours.”

Asher’s grip tightened, and I heard the click in his throat as he swallowed. “Yeah. D-don’t rush me. I wanna take my time and savor every part of you.”