There was Hughie Biggs—his best friend. There was Claire Biggs—his best friend’s little sister. And then there was you. Hughie’s twin.

Falling for a best friend’s sister? That was one thing. But falling for his twin? That had to be some kind of twisted.

Feely didn’t know when it started, or how. All he knew was that every time you spoke, he listened. Every time you walked into a room, he looked for you. And every time you smiled, he wrote another love song in his head—one you’d probably never hear.

He was at the Biggs house to see Hughie, that was the plan. But when the door swung open and you were the one standing there, he froze.

“Oh! Feely, hi!” you greeted him with that same effortless smile that had him mentally composing lyrics again. “You’re here to see Hughie?”

Feely swallowed, forcing himself to act normal. To ignore the way his heart had kicked into overdrive at the sight of you.

“Uh, yeah,” he said, shoving his hands in his pockets, trying not to look as gone as he felt.