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287 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 1, 2020
We teased each other like brothers. We lost our cool, and sometimes we fought, but at the end of the day, nothing could sever the bond between us. It was natural and unbreakable. Asher was a part of me in more ways than one.
We’d shared everything for twenty-one years, including a womb. When he hurt, I hurt. He was part of me, and I couldn’t stand hearing such pain coming from my other half.
He was my best friend, the only person with whom I felt safe sharing my innermost secrets. We’d been there for each other since day one. I trusted him like no other.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he said, abandoning the lyrics of the song. “Whenever I’m near you like this, I just want to be as close as I can get.”
“It’s good, isn’t it? What we have?”
“Better than good. I don’t know how to describe it. We’ve always been connected more than regular siblings, but… How did we spend years not knowing how much better this could be?”
“Tell me you want this too. Tell me I’m not the only one feeling this. I tried to stop it. I tried to make this feeling go away, but I can’t. I want more every time I’m with you. More, more, more.”
We simply were together like we’d never been before. All our lives, we’d been close, but this was more on every level. This was intimate. This was tenderness. This was fresh and new and gave me butterflies like I’d never experienced before.
“How did we spend years not knowing how much better this could be?” [...] “We know now. That’s what matters.”
"I love you, you know."
Asher's smile was brilliant. "I love you too."
And he didn't need to clarify that his love was the same kind I felt for him. Our love was more. It was all-consuming. It was special and unique. It was ours.
"You are such a loser," Asher said, the blankets muffling his words.
"Yeah, but you love me anyhow."
He reached up and hooked his arm around my neck, pulling me down beside him. "Fucking right I do."







Our love was more. It was all-consuming. It was special and unique. It was ours.
“You are the only thing that matters in my life. Nothing else. If I fucked up—” “Shh. You didn’t fuck up. Shut up.”
It was possible I’d spent twenty-one years annoying the fuck out of my twin brother and making him wish he was an only child.
“You don’t think this is messed up?”
“Oh, it’s all kinds of messed up, but I’m beyond giving a shit.”

“It’s just you and me, Ash. Fuck the world. Fuck what people might think. You and me. Like it’s always been.”
