The Brother Who Secretly Loved Me

Secretly dated my brother's best friend Ethan for two years—then heard him drunk: “Just playing around.” I dumped him. My brother took me home; I cried to sleep, woke in his bed. He cornered me: “Five years as your brother. Do you know how jealous I've been?” The flowers, the warnings—all him. He never saw me as a sister. He wanted me all along.