Chapter 2

When I knocked on the door to my brother’s bedroom, it was Nate who said, “Yo.”

I took that to mean come inand pushed open the door. Nate was stretched out on Bryan’s bed, thumbing through a skating magazine, and though the room looked like a disaster area, it didn’t take me long to realize my brother wasn’t around.

“Where is he?” I asked. Nate makes me more than a little nervous because he’s so darn cute, but I was in a crisis here.

Nate didn’t glance up from the magazine, but then again, why should he? He knew it was me. “Shower.”

As if on cue, the bathroom door opened down the hall and my brother came out, dripping wet, with only my beach towel wrapped around his waist for cover. His hair stood up in damp spikes all over his head, and he reeked of aftershave. When he pushed past me into his room, I poked his hip. “Hey, this is mine.”