The boys kept getting texts, which they ignored, but Ethan’s kept vibrating. After what had to be the 20th time in five minutes, the guys all groaned and glared at him. “For the love of God, man, make them stop,” Asher pleaded, his face in his hands. Ethan just grinned and picked up the cell phone. “Them?” I asked. Asher nodded. “Girls. I honestly think Ethan’s cell phone number is on the wall in the girl’s bathroom,” Isaac chimed in. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the image he had created. Ethan waved his hand dismissively. “You’re just jealous I’m the better-looking twin,” Ethan said. All
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