Oh my GOD! I accidentally slept with my best friend's older brother... thinking it was him.

"You're messing up my brother's bed," he said casually, leaning back with a look of pure annoyance. I froze, the realization hitting me like a freight train. I'd just slept with Nash Prescott ten years older, infuriating, and not my best friend.

He tossed me a robe, completely unfazed. "Relax," he muttered.

I scrambled to cover myself, cheeks burning. "Did you know?"

His smirk deepened. "Figured it out when you moaned my brother's name."

I scrambled off the bed, dragging the blanket in my rush, leaving him bare and unbothered. When I asked who he thought I was, his blunt reply-"Katrina" —hit me like a slap.

"You fucked me thinking I was someone else?" | yelled, even though I'd made the same mistake! But it was different. Id thought it was love.

His voice was calm, almost amused. "Dirty word for a goodie two shoes like you."

Where do l even go from here?!