What had really made me catch my breath however was Mark's face. For the last few months my brother; tired of being called pretty had been sporting the "bad boy" look; his hair deliberately tousled and hanging in his eyes, and either a five o'clock shadow or even, on occasions, a thin beard. I have to admit although I thought he looked hot as hell like that, especially with his intense stare and bad ass tattoo's, I had always preferred my brother "pretty". Well of course Mark knew that and tonight that was exactly what he had given me.

Mark's thick black hair was perfectly brushed back with a little...