He was like a brother to me. I had no intention of falling for him. But you have no control over who you are. Even when everyone is opposed to it. Harry was my defender. At least, that's how I always perceived him. I never had a brother. Until we got drunk one night and things went horribly wrong. His keen blue eyes shifted from sweet to fascinating, and his lips became extremely kissable. I'm still not sure what I was thinking. All I know is that it was the most incredible night of my life. But Harry was a complete wreck. He'd never recall what had happened. So I pretended that nothing had changed in my life. But pretending and forgetting are not the same thing. I'm back now. And I still desire him. I just have one question... Is he still interested in me?