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?