I go down the stairs yawning and head to the kitchen. The smell of coffee fills my nostrils when I walk in and see my girlfriend standing with her back to me, making some toast. I smile and walk up behind her, wrapping my arms around her.

"Mmm, that smells great, can I try some?" I say as I slip my hands under her shirt and move them up to her breasts, squeezing them a little. "Or I can try this."

I didn't see the shove she gave me next coming. Nor did I see the way she quickly turned around with a face that looked like she wanted to kill me.

Shit.

There's no mole under her eye, no glasses, no blonde streaks in her bangs. But there are freckles, a golden septum, and eyes that are going to kill me. I just touched my girlfriend's twin sister. I'm screwed.

Maybe I should have checked, since I'm sleeping at your house and more than one person lives here. And you're twins, damn it!

"Fuck, I'm so sorry. I thought you were Sophie. Oh my God, please don't tell her." I try to explain myself as best I can. The best anyone who's just screwed up legendary can.