If only our parents had stayed together, we wouldn’t have ended up in this awkward situation.
Deep in his heart, Arthur knew this was a lie.
Arthur and Merlin. Merlin and Arthur. It was “precious” when they were five and Arthur claimed Merlin as his future bride.
It was teenage rebellion when they were fifteen and sneaked into each other’s rooms all summer long.
Now, they were twenty-five, and Arthur was running out of excuses for slamming his twin against their bedroom wall and whispering filthy things into his red, slick mouth.
If only we had met as total strangers.