My Girl

I know my twin brother is not supposed to look at me the way he does, and I am not supposed to crave those stolen glances and the gentle brush of our fingers when we pass the salt or pepper at dinner. But I can’t help it. There’s been a spark between us that’s been threatening to burn us to the ground

We grew up close, sneaking into each other’s rooms at night just to talk and giggle under the covers with flashlights. I don’t know when we started threading dangerous and forbidden ground, but all I know is that moving in together wasn’t the best idea either of us ever had