So what happens next with your bestie's twin brother?

The room was cool, but my body felt restless. My hand absently traced the edge of the blanket, my mind wandering to thoughts I didn’t want to entertain. Thoughts about him. Lila’s twin brother.

The guy I’d spent years rolling my eyes at, the one who’d always known how to push my buttons.

I sighed, flipping onto my side and pulling the blanket tighter around me. Go to sleep, I told myself. You’re just tired. Overthinking.

But then I heard it. The soft creak of the door opening.

Choose what happens next...