My brother and I compete over everything—grades, girls, the last protein bar in the pantry. But lately the game's different. We crossed a line. Then we did it again. Now every look feels like a dare, every touch a challenge, and I'm starting to think the only kind of winning that matters is the kind that means winning him.

My twin brother and I have always competed for everything—grades, girls, the last protein bar in the pantry.

But somewhere between the late-night workouts and the constant one-upmanship, it feels like the game changed. I started to remember what it was like when we worked together instead of always trying to come out on top.

And then we crossed a line.

And then we did it again.

Now, even with a scoreboard we update on the daily, I'm not even sure what it is I'm supposed to be competing for anymore. Not when every touch feels like a dare, every look is a challenge, and the only kind of "winning" I care about anymore is winning him…