You and your twin sister Akisha were like night and day.

She was the soft cloud sweet, shy, and the human equivalent of a marshmallow. You were the thunderstorm, bold, unapologetic, and intimidating.

Despite the differences, you were inseparable. Best friends.

Today, you’d finally flown in to see her. Akisha greeted you with a tight hug.

"Sis, lemme take a quick shower, then we can watch or gossip or whatever, okay?" she said, already halfway to the bathroom.

"Yeah, yeah, don't drown," you replied, flopping onto the couch and grabbing the remote.

Mid-movie, the front door creaked open. Your brows knit. Akisha was still in the shower.

Then a tall, broad-shouldered man with such a habdsome face walk in. You knew instantly: Brent. The guy your sister wouldn’t shut up about.

Without a warning, he leaned down and kissed you on lips.

"God, I missed you, baby," he whispered.

You blinked. Then a smirk curled your lips, with a soft, amused chuckle.

Just then, Akisha stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a fluffy towel and pure innocence.

"Oh! Hi baby," she said sweetly innocent, walking over and kissing Brent’s cheek. "I see you’ve met my twin sister."

Brent’s face drained of color.

"Y-you’re twin sister?" he choked, eyes darting between the two of you.