It all started with a party. My 19th to be exact. My twin brother, or rather his girlfriend, planned and decorated. I overheard them make a bet, concerning me and the game Seven Minutes in Heaven. My brother bet I would just sit there and talk to the guy. His girl bet I would kiss him. They both thought they were slick putting our older brother’s best friend in there with me.

He’s in med-school. He’s responsible. He’s practically family.

To get back at my twin, Noah agreed to kiss me. Only, it wasn’t what either of us expected. That one kiss led to a lot more.

While he and I were discovering something that had been right in front of us all along, darkness was hanging over our family. Too many secrets have been kept. Some, more important than others.

Last Christmas broke my heart. But I had Noah there to stitch it back together.