I'm the youngest but that doesn't mean I'm naive. That I can't take care of myself. Or go after what I want. Which is exactly what I plan to do, no matter how many times my brother tries to stand in my way. This is my life, not his. He may be afraid to let me go, but I'm not scared of spreading my wings and flying. Of rising from the ashes. I'm tired of mourning. I'm tired of being treated as fragile. And I'm ready to start living my life again. First thing on my list... sex. So what if it's my first time? Who cares if it's supposed to be special? I'm not looking for a relationship, I just want to lose my virginity. I've even set my sights on the person I want to give it to. His messy hair falls in his honey brown eyes, making me weak in the knees. His touch lights a fire inside me I didn't know existed and I find myself begging to get burned. Best of all, he says he likes to fix broken things. I'm still a little broken, and I have a few ideas how he can fix me. The only problem... my brother's forbidden him to come near me. It's a good thing sneaking around is hot.