No one makes me feel like he does. Which is some shit, considering he ran to the military the minute he graduated high school. Something about living his dreams. Guess I wasn’t included in that dream. But I moved on from my brother’s best friend and started a life of my own. Now it’s time to reconnect with family, and the last person I expect to see his him. Grown up. Strong. Ripped with muscles. Hot as hell. It’s not just about butterflies and childhood wishes. I’m drowning in grownup fantasies and passion I didn’t know existed. I should give him the finger and turn my back, but I can’t. Five words rush around my mind every time I see him now: have your way with me. It’s time for a second chance. A last chance. My only chance.