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!