Not So Happily Ever After

Two years ago, I accidentally, yeah maybe on purpose, crossed that line with my best friend and it ruined everything. I haven't seen him much since. But now he's standing at my door. Same lumberjack build. Same dark hair that begs my fingers to run through it. And then he gives me that half smile, and I know I'm about to agree to do something I'm going to regret. I've got to spend two months with him now . . . and that's not the worst part. Contains mature themes.