Adam

I have an older brother, Dylan, a hockey player to the core. And, of course, he has a primary arch-nemesis—Adam, a forward from the rival team.
Every time Dylan comes home, I hear the same thing:
how arrogant and narcissistic Adam is, and how they absolutely cannot stand each other.

The irony is that I know Adam too.
He goes to the same university as I do, just two years ahead of me.
Too noticeable. Too confident. And too... annoying.
At least, that's what I thought.

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

The next morning, I wake up with a splitting headache, and suddenly I realize that I'm in an unfamiliar room, lying in someone's arms.

I noticed the tattoos on the arm hugging me. No, no, no, anyone but him.

And then, a painfully familiar, sleep-roughened voice is heard. ADAM.

• Good morning, mouse.