He is my brother's best friend, seven years older than me. He's a tattooed bad boy who enjoys one-night stands and anything more isn't for him. So why do I want to rip his clothes off every time we're within a few steps of each other? She was only eighteen when we first met. She's a good girl who avoids guys like me, but that hasn't stopped me from fantasizing about all the things I want to do with her. Not only is she too young, but she is also my best friend's little sister. I shouldn't let what I want happen. I can't touch her, I can't let my darkness affect her. I knew it might never happen. This would never have happened. But it happened.