the one where Martinus is actually a fuckboy, but still has the hope to land with her

Martinus is so cute! I wish I could hug him. In my mind I'm his, is that to much to ask for...

I love him, I really do...

She doesn't really talk, does she?

I never meant to fall for anyone on that trip. I didn't even mean to stay the weekend. But something about the ocean air and the way he looked at me-boyish grin, light eyes, soft curls tousled by salt wind-made me forget what caution felt like. He was magnetic, quiet in the loud way confidence often is. One night turned into two. A kiss turned into more. And by the time Monday came, I was drowning in feelings I didn't dare name. Until the knock on the door changed everything. Because it wasn't just him. There were two of them. Identical. Unapologetic. One had been with me that weekend. The other held my heart now. And neither of them had told me the truth. This is the story of how I fell for a lie, kissed a stranger I thought I knew, and found myself torn between twin truths, twin betrayals-and a choice that could either ruin everything or rewrite it all. They say some love stories are messy. Mine? Mine came in duplicate.