Ember "I think we should wake him," I told Nathan. "He does look like Derek, doesn't he?" I looked at him, and he was watching the sleeping fifteen-year-old intently. I brushed his shaggy dark blonde hair from his forehead. "I only put the pieces together after seeing his mother. They may have different mothers but both look so much like their father." "Can you stop touching him?" Nathan grabbed my wrist. "Please?" "Nate, you have nothing to worry about. I've always seen him like a little brother." I reassured him. I found his jealousy kind of hot as I watched him glare at Derek's younger brother. "You may not feel that way about him, but he may feel differently about you and I don't want him getting the wrong idea," he clarified. I placed a hand on his chest. "I chose to be with yo