The opposite of mine.I’m the quiet twin he never knew existed, until he heard a lie—I hated him.Maybe that’s why he pursued me—why I became his obsession. It’s all about the chase, right?I can’t deny that I like the attention. That my body burns for him. I shouldn’t crave him. I hate that I do. We don’t belong together.That should have been enough to stop me from sneaking into his room, from teasing a thirst I just can’t quench…because once the hunt is over, it’s ALL over.Unless he never knew it was me…