My Redemption

I’m in love with my neighbor. Typical, I know.

God, it was stupid of me to let my guard down, but I did. If you knew him, though, you wouldn’t blame me.

The man is everything you never thought you needed and everything you’ve always wanted. He’s smart, sexy as hell, funny... Did I say sexy? He’s a great listener, he loves football, which is a plus, and he saves lives for a living. What more could a woman want, right?

The man is also just an all-around good guy, a boy scout in every since of the word. It was easy to get to know him, to open up to him. He became my best friend in a matter of weeks. No wait, best friend? Hell, scratch that, he’s my soulmate.

Crazy, right?

Also, he’s the complete opposite of what I usually go for, and yet I can’t stop thinking about him. The way he walks, his scrumptious scent, the sound of his sexy as sin voice, those dimples, and, f@*k, that panty dropping smile of his.

So, don’t you see? I’m in trouble.

I’m in love with my soulmate, my best friend, and there’s nothing I can do about it.

Not a damn thing!

F@*K MY LIFE!