When I first met her at the bar, she was already taken. ?
She was my younger sister’s friend from college who was moving to our small town after graduation. Smart and beautiful, with a smile that made me feel things I’d never felt before, I was hooked instantly. My pulse would race and I found myself eager to make her laugh, to have her brush against me, even if it was only friendly flirtation. Before I knew it, I turned into some schoolboy with puppy love just at the sight of her.
I thought: this feeling won’t last. I shouldn’t be thinking about settling down. She’s just a passing fascination.
Until one night, I kissed her …