Just before my brother ran away from home, he made sure I never forgot him. He kissed me. Not a peck on the mouth but the kind of kisses you gave your boyfriend. The kind that made you feel hot all over. I was sixteen and he was nineteen. I thought he was drunk but when he never came back, I knew better. I never forgave him for that kiss. Not even when he returned...I was finishing up my routine morning run, breathing har...