Catfish: Body Double Edition

I go to the city where my online boyfriend, Logan Wright, lives to surprise him without telling him first. Instead, I overhear him talking with his friends.

"So what if her voice is nice? She's probably ugly as hell if she's reluctant to even send a picture. If the hottest girl on campus hadn't turned me down, I wouldn't even bother messing around with someone like her.

"Not only is she ugly, but she's also horny as hell. She keeps saying she has to see what I'm packing down there before we even meet."

One of his friends snickers. "So did you show her?"

Logan let out a low grunt in agreement. "But it wasn't mine. It was Troy's."

His friend blurts, "What the hell? Troy Levine? Your roommate? You said he was at least eight inches. Were you serious?"

"Of course. Why would I lie to you? Troy is a real bro. Seeing that I didn't want to send that kind of picture, he offered to do it for me."

They freeze for a second, then all burst out laughing.

I laugh too. I've heard of body doubles in Showbiz. This is the first time I've seen a body double in online romance.

I want every detail on Troy, and I want them in the next three minutes!

I was a goody two-shoes. I was sweet and soft-spoken, polite and careful with money, the kind of person who read a lot and knew how to behave. I always looked bright and cheerful, and I worked hard at my studies.

Yeah, right. That was just the role I played in front of my older relatives.

The real me was a completely different story.

I was rebellious and sharp-tongued, with a wild streak, a calculating side, and a long memory for grudges. And I wasn't someone people could push around.

I also had a strong desire in every sense of the word.

After I took the SATs, I spent every day glued to my phone, scrolling through good-looking guys. Whether it was lean jocks, sunshiney golden-retriever guys, or cold, off-limits upperclassmen, I hit like and saved every single one.

The more I scrolled, the more excited I felt and the more restless I became.

So, I started dating a hot guy online named Logan Wright. He was one year older than me and was currently in college.

He was about six feet tall, with squared-off shoulders and a really broad chest. He also had washboard abs. The most important thing was that he was eight inches down there.

At first, I didn't believe him at all, not until he sent me a photo of the real thing. To be honest, I started wondering if he'd eaten too many GMOs for it to end up that ridiculous.

Either way, I had somehow managed to land a guy like that. I was stupidly lucky in bed.

To my surprise, Logan turned out to be an upperclassman at the same college as me. It