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

by Emma St. Clair

“Women are a treasure. A gift. What do you do with treasure?” “Hoard it?” I’d asked, being a snarky fifteen-year-old. Mom had smacked me on the arm, but she was smiling. “No, Smaug. You protect it. You guard it. You always remember its value.”

You know who else is my opposite? You, Abs. You. Maybe we should round things out together. Ew. File that under flirty lines that should never see the light of day.

“Abby,” I say, my voice low and rough. “You are not a disappointment. You are the upgrade.”

“We were just testing out all the amenities,” Zane says. “Right, Abs?” “Yeah,” I say. “What he said.” Jack rocks back on his heels, his hands in his pockets. “Oh? And how were the amenities?” Zane looks at me, his blue eyes practically searing a hole straight through me. “Incredible. Perfect. But there’s still a lot of testing to be done. A lot of amenities to explore.”

“Love is terrifying. But if it wasn’t, it wouldn’t be so amazing when it works.

Hey, circulatory system: slow it down! Respiratory system: in and out, nice and steady. That’s it. There we go. Breathe. Reproductive system: you have not been called to active duty. Stand down, soldier. I’m talking to you, ovaries. Nervous system: stop being so … nervous. Skeletal system: way to be solid. Carry on.

“When it hurts, but you want to fight through it anyway. That’s how you know it’s love. When you want to fight.”