I stare outside the window as the cab speeds off to Boston. The sun casts its ray toward the glass, making me wince. The song from my favourite Band, Switchfoot, pounds in my ears as I listen to it on my iPhone. I can't help the smile on my face, excitement building up inside me. In a week, I'll be starting college -- and what could be better than living college life with my big brother?

I know that some people might think it's weird. How can I have freedom if we enrol at the same university? He's in his third year now, and I'm a freshman. Now is the right time to experience new things and explore another world, so we don't need another bodyguard. But trust me, I can't complain about my brother. Truth is, I can have fun with him, and that's even better.

A smile forms on my lips as I remember his promise to me that he would show me everything about my new university, what things it can offer, his friends and the town. Everything I've missed.

"Trust me, Melanie, you will love it here."

Those words he said to me on the phone ring back in my ear. I can't wait to see him again, but I refused him to pick me up because he still has classes this afternoon. I can just take a cab from New York, which is what I'm doing now.

I can imagine my brother, Jake, working his ass off to study. He never wants to disappoint our parents, just like me. He doesn't have to try that hard, though. Everybody knows that his glorious achievement in football got him accepted in college. As for now, he's the football team captain.

Right. Back then in high school, Jake was the hottest and most popular guy in the eyes of many girls, and sort of a bodyguard to me. But maybe that's why I never had a boyfriend, since no one dared to mess with Jake Spencer's baby sister -- and probably most of the guys felt like they had to catch up with his standard. His legacy doesn't fade until now because he practically ruled the entire school -- not that he was a bully.

God. I forgot that girls swarm around him, just like every girl swarmed Leonardo DiCaprio circa 1996.

If we live in the same house, will I disturb his privacy? I don't want to see girls making out with him when I'm around.

Duh. But my parents won't allow me to have another option. Jake won't either. Surely, they don't need to buy another house for me.

Besides, it's called killing two birds with one stone. Jake will look out for me. Gosh. Sometimes, I feel like he's more overprotective than Dad.

"We've reached the house, Miss." The driver's voice snaps me out of my daze, making me realize that I was so lost in my thoughts.

I look up at the big white-coloured two-story house and sigh in contentment. It's been so long since the last time I went here, which was during Jake's first year. Jake is a busy guy, and he usually comes home to New York instead of us coming here.

My heart leaps up at the sight of him opening the front door. While the driver opens the bunk to get my suitcases, I rush to Jake, and he pulls me into a tight hug.

"I missed you," I say.

"Miss you more, Mels." He pulls away and ruffles my blonde hair.

When I take a good look at him, I realize that he's more tanned than before. And still as handsome as ever.

Okay. I start to sound like a creepy sister. Well. I just miss him so much.

"Come in."

I step into the house while he carries my suitcases. I gasp in amazement, reminded about how the house feels so comfy and airy inside. It feels so coastal, the ocean at the back of the house calling me. The sound of the waves crashing the shore can even lull me to sleep.

My eyes widen as I spot a black baby grand piano in the living room. It wasn't there the first time I came here. I snap my head around towards him, and he smirks.

"Bought it." He shrugs. "I know you'll love it."

I gasp. "You're kidding me."

He laughs before walking off to put the suitcases in my room. But I'm still gawking at the surroundings. A lot of things have changed. I like how Jake organized all these bookshelves hanging on the wall. It feels like a library of his own.

While I'm walking into the living room, I almost stumble upon the rug due to what I see. Correction. Who.

A guy is sleeping on the couch. But I can't see his face, since it's hidden by a book.

I can't help but be drawn to the sight before me.

Like, I shouldn't be drawn to his arms.

They look muscular, but not too much. Is he one of Jake's football team buddies? He's lean and tall. His outfit is simple, though. Just a black shirt and jeans. But why does he look so good?

I feel heat crawling to my face. Wait. Am I blushing? Because of a guy whose face I haven't even seen yet?

Blame my hormones. I'm an 18 years old girl. I'm not supposed to feel like a 15 years old dude!

Shoot. I lean closer to see more. The book. What was he reading?

'Microeconometrics in Business Management.'

A sigh of relief escapes my lips. At least, it isn't some kind of porn magazine. I don't want a pervert hanging around in my brother's house. Our house, now.

My parents' house, technically. Whatever.

Maybe this guy goes to the same class as Jake, who's majoring in Business Information Strategy. My curiosity kicks in even more, and I can't help but touch the book slightly away from his face.

Right. I'm peeking. Just a little bit more won't hurt, will it? Maybe I'm doing this guy a favour if he can't breathe in his sleep because of this damn book.

Damn book.

To my surprise, when I begin to move the book away, the guy flinches before abruptly sitting up. I yelp, letting out a small scream as the book falls with a thud on the ground.

He grips my wrist, so tight that I wince. He probably thinks that I'm some kind of serial killer who wanted to murder him in his sleep. Shit. Why does his reflex have to be so good?

Then my mind stops thinking as I stare into his piercing amber eyes, which bore into my emerald ones. My heart freezes in place, and blood rushes to every vein in my body. I even think that my shaky legs wouldn't be able to hold me up anymore and that I would collapse if he didn't grip my wrist.

I'm looking at the most good looking guy I've ever seen.

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