"Little sister don't you do what your big sister does…"
HIM: It's my best friend's wedding, and I'm more than happy to be a groomsman. The only thing is, my best friend is the bride. And we used to be more than friends. The groom isn't exactly stoked to have me there, either, so the deck is already stacked against me. And that's before I see that her little sister has grown up and become a knockout. She's forbidden. So why can't I stop myself?
HER: He never spared me a glance in high school. He keeps telling me all the reasons why we shouldn't, but I'd like nothing better than showing him exactly why we should. I know I can't have him, so why do I want him so bad?