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

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.

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

I let my eyes drift down to his. “I like you rumpled. It’s very…sexy.

I judged you unfairly when I met you.”“But you still wanted to kiss me?”He shrugged, a smirk turning up the right corner of his mouth. “I’m a guy.

Boys always make things more complicated.