Adam

I have an older brother, Dylan, who's a hockey player to the core. And, of course, he has his arch-nemesis—Adam, a forward from the opposing team. Every time Dylan comes home, I hear the same thing: How impudent and narcissistic Adam is, how they can't stand each other.

The irony is that I know Adam too. He studies at the same university as me, he’s just two years older. Too obvious. Too confident. And too… annoying. At least that's what it seemed to me.

One evening I went to a club with my friends, we danced and had fun.

In the morning I wake up with a headache and then I realize that I am in an unknown room and I am lying in someone’s arms.

I noticed a tattoo on the arm that hugs me No no no not him.

And then you hear a painfully familiar and hoarse voice after sleep. ADAM

• Good morning, little mouse.