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.