My Brother’s Best Friend
<b>To tell you the truth, I didn’t think that anything would happen.</b> <br> <br>My first day home from college, and he comes into the house, he hugs me as if nothing has changed between us, and I feel my arms go around him. My hands are sweating. He’s all muscle, tanned, and his blue eyes make my heart skip a beat. How he looks at me — my brown eyes can’t let go of the contact. <br> <br>“It’s been a while,” he whispers to me, holding me closer to him with that grin on his face. That boyish grin that I was sure I would never see again. <br> <br>“It has. A few years.” I lick my lips and move away from him just as my brother comes into the dining room. <br> <br>“Ready to go on that hike?” My brother Steven asks. Surely, he can see the look between me and Braydon. I mean, it’s right there in front of his face. <br> <br>“Yea, yea.” Braydon runs a hand through his thin, blonde, frosted hair. <br> <br>It’s then that I let myself go back to breathing. <br> <br>How could it be that he’s the one who makes me weak in the knees? The one who makes my mind race? <br> <br>On top of that, he’s my brother’s best friend…