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He stood, sighing deeply. “Did you design it yourself?”
“But of course. When do I ever wear clothes I don’t design?”
He nodded, standing in front of me.
After eighteen years, this would be the first time we wouldn’t be living in the same house right beside each other. As much as I’d miss him, I was ready to have my own identity where I wasn’t Chance Blakely’s twin sister. New York was a fresh start for me. Nobody knew me there—I could be anyone I wanted, and I wantedthatmore than anything.
Chance grabbed my shoulders. “I’m not going to lie and say I don’t hate that you’re moving, little sister.”
“I just think it’s time I experience life without myoldertwin brother by my side.”
“Hey, I let you have boyfriends.”
“Hardly.”
He wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling me into a tight hug.
“But look how amazing you turned out with my brotherly guidance.”
“Don’t toot your own horn or anything. I was the one who taught you how to dance.”
“And I was the one who taught you how to throw a football.”
“My tailspin is definitely on point.”
“So is your fumble.”
I elbowed him in the ribs.
With a loving expression, he coaxed, “I love you, Zel.”
“I love you too, Chance.”
Despite being in my brothers embrace, I couldn’t help but think about what I was determined to make happen that night. It was now or never, this was my last opportunity because this time tomorrow, I’d be alone in my new apartment…
Except I was silently hoping.
I’d no longer be a virgin.
Two
Ledger
“Honey, I’m so proud of you,” Mom praised, standing in front of me in the kitchen.
“I know.” I grinned, leaning back against the island in the center of the room. “You’ve only told me about a dozen times just today.”
She smacked my chest. “I’m your mother. I’m allowed to gloat.”
“Yes, I know.” I kissed her cheek. “Gloat away.”
“Now that’s more like it. Now go change. Our guests will be arriving soon.”
I glanced at my flannel button-down shirt and jeans. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”
“Ledger Beckham!” She scolded in an exaggerated tone. “You are not wearing that to your graduation party. Do you hear me? How long have you owned those Wrangler jeans?”
“What?” I shrugged. “They’re clean.”
