Yeah, well. Don’t be that guy, Brady. Don’t be the guy who loves his horse too much.

I was not a believer in instalove. So said the rational part of my brain.

What can I do?” his gaze on me was intense, like I was some sort of love guru or something. I almost laughed out loud at how unqualified I was for that position.

Boys always make things more complicated.

He’s beautiful and broody; what’s not to like?

I had a millisecond to decide what kind of friend I wanted to be.

I’m a guy.