Todos los capítulos de I FELL FOR MY BEST FRIEND'S TWIN: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

NOTHING WILL BE NORMAL 2For a moment, Logan stood there silent, his mouth open as he stared at Dylan. Then his lower lips pushed out in an exaggerated pout. Dylan rolled his eyes. “Don't fucking do that… stupid face,” he muttered, and a slow grin immediately replaced Logan's pout. “Look, Logan…” his voice softened, “...I do not want it to seem like I am just being paranoid. Or that I am thinking way too much about this whole thing.”He hesitated for a moment, then sighed. "But the way you've been acting lately, Logan…” Dylan looked Logan directly in the eyes, "...it's just really strange.”Logan's smile faded slightly. “How? W-what are you talking about?" “The party, Logan," Dylan said, frustrated now. “Since the party, you've been acting like–”"Like I'm attracted to you?” Logan finished for him.Dylan went still and that only made Logan smile as he stepped closer. "Maybe I am,” he said softly, his voice becoming quieter. “After that night, after what we shared…” He stopped a fe

THE WRONG PERSON WAITINGDylan stood outside the classroom, his shoulder pressed against the wall and a loose grip on his phone as he fixed his gaze on the conversation on the screen.Logan: Rooftop. After class. Meet me after the library closes. Alone.Dylan: Why the rooftop?Logan: You'll see.That was all. Dylan frowned as he stared. There was something about the messages that just didn't sit right with him. Lucas never texted like this before–curt, short, in a hurry. He always used complete sentences with proper punctuation, always trying to make sure Dylan understood everything he was saying. These texts… they were just different. But something else bothered him too. Lucas had asked that they meet at the rooftop. Lucas hated heights. Hell, once during a school trip, he refused to climb a three-story high observation tower because, in his words, "climbing that high up from the ground was just a ridiculous way to die." Why then would he choose the rooftop?Dylan read the messa

THE ROOFTOP TRAP 1Dylan stepped towards the stairs, his phone in his hand, and his thumb hovering over Lucas's name. He really wanted to text him that he was heading there already. He stared at the keys for a second before deciding against it.The evening was meant to be for them alone. No phones, no interruptions, and definitely no Logan showing up to interrupt their conversation. Also, his battery was dying anyway. If their conversation dragged longer than expected, he'd need enough charge to call Rocky and get a ride.Dylan stuffed his phone in his pocket. "Okay," he muttered. "Just do this."He started climbing again. The building looked completely different after school hours. The halls were quiet, the classrooms were dark, and the fluorescent lights above him buzzed eerily. He walked past the science laboratories and the upper-classrooms, and took the familiar path up to the roof.At the end of the last corridor, he found something… odd. The metal gate that boundaried the roo

THE KISS HE CHOSE Dylan stood next to the rooftop door, his back pressed against the air-conditioning unit as he looked suspiciously at the bottle of beer in his hands. He had not even opened it yet. Next to him, Logan had already thrown himself on one of the lounge chairs, his head snapping back as he drank the rest of his drink. He tossed the bottle between his hands and looked towards Dylan. "Are you coming here?" he asked as he stopped. “Or will you be standing like that forever?" Dylan shook his head. "I'm good here." Logan rolled his eyes. "Your loss." He threw the empty bottle at the ground next to the lounge chair and picked another bottle from the cooler. Dylan frowned as he stared at the heavy bottle in his hands. He had not drunk alcohol since the party as every single time he got even a whiff of it, the memories of that night would haunt him. He'd remember the music, the heat, the room… and Logan. Dylan swallowed hard. "Fuck it,” he cursed. He leaned to t

THE BOY WHO CHOSE ME Logan grabbed Dylan, pulling him closer as he rolled away from the broken lounge chair. The broken plastic scraped his arm and he winced. But the pain only fueled the passion even more. “Logan," Dylan whispered as he ran his fingers through Logan's ruffled hair, his breathing uneven. “I've missed this, Logan." Logan chuckled between the kisses. “You have, huh." He pulled back and stared into Dylan's hungry eyes as he bit down on his lips. “Why don't you show me how much?" Dylan's lips quivered as his hands slowly slid down from Logan's head, to his chest. He felt the jock's heart beat against his palm. Slowly, he grabbed the helm of the sweatshirt and pulled it off, revealing the Hayes twin’s cut chest and chiseled abs. He ran his hand down, feeling every curve and bump until he got to the buckle of his jeans. His eyes never left Logan's as he calmly unbuckled his belt and slid it out. Logan watched with a mix of admiration and hunger as Dylan proceeded to