Oh, Brother!
I wasn’t being entirely unselfish when I’d offered to give Marc a lift to his sister’s housewarming party. His sister, Melanie, was my best friend and she’d recently bought a place with her bloke, Rob. She’d asked me if I could help out with the move, and, great friend that I am, I’d said yes. When I got to her old house to start packing boxes, I had the shock of my life.
Melanie’s younger brother, Marc, walked into the front room carrying something. That in itself wasn’t shocking, of course, but my jaw gaped unbecomingly nonetheless. The last time I’d seen him he’d been about eleven years old. He’d also had a crush on me, which at seventeen I’d found hilarious and gross all at once.
Now I found I was the one with the crush. At nineteen years of age, Marc had grown up into
