Oh, my God, I kissed my best friend. And I liked it! Emily Chesney moved in a few years ago in place of her brother, and although I wasn’t excited about living with a woman I couldn’t have (her brother’s doing, not mine), we set a few ground rules and quickly became friends. Best friends. I tried to date after she moved in. I tried with just about every girl who works on my floor at one timeor another. I even hit on a few ladies in the bar, but I never felt anything with anybody. Zip. Zero. Zilch. No spark whatsoever. The day my father was diagnosed though, I had a moment of weakness and kissed Emily and I liked it. A lot. I felt it deep in my bones. It was the best kiss I’ve ever had. I know we made rules that should be respected and followed, but damn if I don’t want to break them all with her one by one. I might be shooting myself in the foot with cupid’s arrow, but I can’t help it. I think I’m falling for my best friend.