Beautiful Crazy by Susan Renee

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 time
or 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.