Max: He's funny, smart, dorky... and all grown up. Isac. My best friend's little brother. He kissed me when he was nineteen and told me he loved me. I shut him down, telling him he was too young and didn’t know what he was saying. That damn kiss is coming back to haunt me now. The softness of his lips and the hopeful look in his eyes—I remember it all too clearly, and it’s getting almost impossible to tell myself I don’t want a repeat of that kiss... Isac: You can only make a complete ass of yourself in front of a guy so many times. Luckily for me, I'm not the same pathetic, starry-eyed kid anymore. Max and I are better off as friends. Now, if only I could figure out why he's looking at me so intently. And why he kissed me. And why we're suddenly doing all sorts of other things friends don't generally do...