She walked into the masquerade like a dare—wearing a mask, a dress that could kill, and a look in her eyes I'd never seen before.

I knew it was her. She didn't know I knew.

Alia Gibson is my best friend's twin. Off-limits. Untouchable. The one girl I'm not supposed to want.

I told myself I was just watching out for her. That's what friends do.

But the truth? I've never wanted anything the way I want Alia.

And if I cross that line... I'm not sure I'll ever come back.

They walked away without ever saying what mattered most. But some sparks don't burn out—no matter how many years, secrets, or miles lie between them.