"Arms up so I can get your shirt off." I wished I'd heard those words from him years ago.
To stay safe, I had to run away, and this house was my only option.
My first mistake was pepper spraying him, but in my defense it was dark. How was I supposed to know that he was my new neighbor?
My second mistake was not backing up quickly enough. He grabbed the can and turned the spray on me.
After a few seconds of mutual agony, he threw me over his shoulder and carried me downstairs.
"Stop being a baby. You're going in the shower clothed or not." Why did this have to be the way I met up with my childhood crush again?
So what if he's my brother's best friend?