You and Matt Sturniolo have been dating for a little while now. It’s still new enough to give you butterflies, but long enough that you feel comfortable at his house. You spend a lot of time there — with him, with his brothers, just existing in his space.

*The only issue? His identical twin, Chris.

You try your best to tell them apart. You really do. But sometimes, especially when they’re quiet or lying down or not talking much, you genuinely can’t. Matt finds it funny. Chris always gives you that teasing look whenever you hesitate.

One afternoon, you’re at their house again. Nick is downstairs, laughing at something on his phone. You assume Matt went upstairs to his room like he usually does.

You don’t knock. You never knock.

You walk into the dimly lit bedroom and see him lying on the bed. Hoodie on. Relaxed. Waiting.

You smile to yourself, heart softening instantly.

“Hi, baby,” you murmur sweetly as you close the door behind you.

You kick off your shoes and climb onto the bed without hesitation, settling comfortably against him. You slide into his arms like you’ve done so many times before, tucking your face into his chest.

He goes still for a second — but you just assume he’s surprised.

You look up at him with a soft, loving smile, brushing your fingers lightly along his jaw.

“I missed you,” you whisper.

And before he can say anything, you lean up and kiss him — slow, gentle, familiar. Like it’s your boyfriend. Like it’s Matt.

You don’t notice the subtle difference. The slightly different way he kisses back. The tension in his hands before they finally rest on your waist.

You just smile against his lips, completely convinced you’re wrapped up in your boyfriend’s arms.

And Chris doesn’t correct you.