<p><strong><em>Bro big or bro home.</em></strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong>Robbie</strong></p><p><br></p><p>As social chair of Sigma Beta Psi, I'm the life of the party. It's what I'm known for, and if it's not fun, I'm not interested, simple as that.</p><p>I'm not someone who overthinks.</p><p>So when one of my brothers hooks up with a dude from another frat house, it catches me off guard when I can't stop thinking about them ...&nbsp;<em>together</em>.</p><p>There's only one way for me to get this obsession out of my head, and that's by jumping in with both feet and putting it into practice.</p><p>The problem is, the one guy who's up for the ride is the last one I'd expect.</p><p><br></p><p><strong>Brandon</strong></p><p><br></p><p>Being risk manager of a frat house is nobody's idea of a good time. My brothers get annoyed when I put a damper on their plans, and wrangling drunken frat brothers isn't how I pictured my Saturday nights of senior year.</p><p>I'm bored.</p><p>In a rut.</p><p>Study, frat duties, planning for the future.</p><p>When is it&nbsp;<em>my</em>&nbsp;turn to let loose for a moment?</p><p>So when my dumb-as-bricks frat bro is scoping out the house for a little experimenting fun, I throw out the offer like it isn't the most nerve-racking thing I've ever considered.</p><p>I never imagined I'd actually enjoy it.</p><p><br></p><p><br></p>