Page 4 of Enemies to Lovers

He lets out a giant sigh, shoving his hands into his jean pockets. His white t-shirt is way too loose on him. The guy is so skinny, which is so not fair he got those genes while I got the short and stocky ones. But I got the fun and quirky ones, too, so I’m not complaining too hard.

“You have to promise not to make a big deal about it.”

I snort. “You know I can’t do that.” I reach out and pinch him. “What’s with you?”

He does that sigh thing again, and my excitement meter kicks in overdrive. I’d try to calm it, but I can’t. Again… I’ve had thebestday, and I have a feeling it’s about to get even better.

His eyes meet mine. We have the same coloring—dark, dark brown. It’s the only thing we have that identifies us as biological siblings. He’s tall, thin, blond hair… while I’m a whole five-one-and-three-quarters, round, dark brown hair. I try to suppress my smile, but it can’t be helped. He has a surprise up his sleeve; I know it, and I want it.

“We go to the party first,” he says strictly, reminding me in an instant of Mom, pointer finger out and all.

I nod, putting on as serious of an expression as I can.

His eyes drop to the stuffed pit in my hands. “He’s waiting at the shelter.”

My stomach lurches. “Wait… what?”

Redness fills his cheeks. “His name is Brewster. He’s four years old. He’s not purebred, but he’s brown with a little white spot on hi—”

I leap into my brother’s arms, knocking the words and wind right out of him. “You got me a dog?” I ask, tears welling in my eyes, my feet bouncing, making my head bunch up his shirt.

“I said not to make a big deal!”

“I’m not,” I say through my wet voice, still bouncing, still hugging. A dog.A dog. Mom and Dad never let me have a dog. And I never had the guts to ask Logan if we could have one here. With school and his job and the fact we don’t have a yard…

Gah, my twin brother knows me well. I bet he’s had this Christmas present planned for freaking ever.

“You love me,” I say, squeezing him harder.

“No, I don’t. Get off me.”

“You love me so much.”

He pushes at my arms, and I let him untangle me. I expect the red cheeks, but not the smile on his face. “We’ll go get him after the party.”

“Isn’t the place closed?”

He nods. “I meant we’ll get him tomorrow morning.”

“First thing?”

“First thing.”

I’m tempted to hug him again, but he puts his hands out, stopping me. “Please don’t tell anyone.”

I shake my head. “Don’t want any of your co-workers to know you have such a big heart?”

“Exactly.” He turns toward his room, calling over his shoulder. “It’s casual dress. Starts in two hours.”

“I love you, Logan!”

“Yeah, yeah.”

I laugh at his retreating back, then spin around with my stuffed pit. This is officially better than any other day I’ve had on earth. It’s about as close to my topmost fantasy as I can get right now.

Internship: check.

Best doggy in the world: check.

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