Falling for Your Best Friend's Twin (Love Clichés, #1)

by Emma St. Clair

Overall, we seem pretty unsuccessful as far as love goes. Cursed, if I’m being honest. Especially considering the fact that we’re all attractive in our own ways and no one has a mustache, a tail, or some kind of weird habit like collecting dryer lint.

queen i can relate

Why is it that scowly guys are so hot? But I know why: Mr. Darcy. That Jane Austen created generations of women who want growly, grumpy men who are hiding a gooey, romantic center.

I can’t help the huge grin that takes over my face. Zane responded to my message with a joke! As for the idea of being his … I have to fan my face with one of the folders on my desk.

She’s also gorgeous yet doesn’t flaunt the fact with heavy makeup or skintight clothing. There’s a sense that she finds or creates joy wherever she goes, like she’s wringing out the most she can from her life. It’s a quality that has always reminded me of my mom.

Zanes POV hits the spot for me

But if I’m being honest, Abby is also a lot of things I would never admit to my twin. Intriguing. Captivating. Surprising. Oddly addictive.

The deep timbre of his voice goes right to my belly, launching dozens of flapping wings. I try to imagine them as bats, not butterflies, but for some reason, that launches my brain into picturing Zane as Batman. With that square jaw and serious broody thing he has going on, he’d make a delicious Bruce Wayne. Not helping.

And speaking of hiding feelings, the sleepy little crush on Zane I’ve kept for years like a tiny ember, has grown into a fire you could probably see from space. There’s the Atlantic Ocean, the lush green of North America, and that red pulsing thing in Texas? That’s just Abby’s crush on Zane.

“You are the perfect specimen of a man,” I say.

Zane grins as he stands, revealing miles of tanned, muscled flesh. His abs have abs. And it’s all topped by a broad chest with the finest dusting of pale blond hair. It’s a good thing that I’m not in any position to move, because I don’t think I could keep myself from attaching to him like a vine.

Abby is a treasure, and she grows more valuable in my eyes every moment I’m with her.

where is this man in my lifeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Her smile is goofy and wide, her hazel eyes bright. There’s something about being the one to put that look on her face. I never did drugs, but the way my heart does a happy little kick, I feel like I get what all the fuss is about. Because I could easily become addicted to this feeling, to that look. To Abby.