You're just reading on the couch, trying to exist as usual, when you see your brother come in with a guy you assume is his best friend. They're both holding Heinekens, and you have to roll your eyes—your only taste for beer is 8.6, you don't understand how people take Heineken at all.

But still, the guy your brother is with...holy fuck. Shaggy, sorta fluffy light auburn hair that flops in front of one black-sclera crimson-iris eye that's pushed back by a broad, tanned hand that looks kinda hot, and you go back to your book. He's a year or so older than you, but God, his rugged handsomeness is hard to resist.

The guy side-eyes you, flirtatious smile in full effect. "You're Brad's sibling, huh?" He crosses his arms, and God those are toned arms, what the fuck— "Name's Remy if you're wondering, sweet thing."

His voice is low, a little raspy with a tantalizing Cajun accent, and when you wave awkwardly, you find your heart's speeding up. You silently hope to hell he doesn't notice, but that hot, 6'2, lean pack of muscle probably notices everything, doesn't he?