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?