He was like my brother. I never meant to fall for him.

But you can't choose who you love. Even when everyone's against it.

Remy was my protector. At least, that's how I always saw him. The brother I never had.

Till we got drunk one night and things took a very un-brotherly turn.

His sharp blue eyes went from sweet to mesmerizing, and his lips suddenly turned very, very kissable.

I still don't know what I was thinking.

All I know is that it was the best night of my life.

But Remy was so messed up. No way would he ever remember what happened.

So I pretended like it hadn't changed my life.

But pretending and forgetting are two different things.

Now I'm back. And I still want him.

I just have one question… does he still want me?