First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes—
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Look, I don't know who made up that stupid saying but I am not in love with Ella Montgomery.
Sure, she's my best friend and has been since we could walk. Sure, I offered to let her move in with me when she moved cross-country to apply for the open position as our hockey team's new mascot. That doesn't mean I'm in love with her!
Now, did I get a little antsy when she mentioned future relationships and bringing random men back to my home? Maybe. Did I completely panic when she met a man and went on a date with him? I mean, I might have. But when that date went sour, did I come to her rescue and kiss her the way she deserves to be kissed?
Oh. Uh . . . hmm . . . yeah, I guess I did do that. Actually, I did much more than that. I didn't just cross the line with my best friend, I erased that line altogether. The line no longer exists.
She enjoyed it as much as I did and now I can't stop thinking about what the next time will feel like, and the time after that and the time aft—oooh no, I think I'm falling my best friend.
First comes love, then comes . . . oh crap . . . I'm in so much trouble.
