I’ve kissed Brady once before, and only once. It was several years ago, and it was in the midst of a situation not unlike this one. I had just found out that Connor had cheated on me. Toward the tail end of my relationship with Connor, that became commonplace, of course, but it was new to me then. I was devastated—not by heartbreak, but by fear. What would happen next? If I broke up with him, how would I take care of my mother? If I didn’t, how could I live with myself in good conscience?
Anyway, I was upset, and Brady comforted me, just like he’s doing now. He’s always been good at that. He puts me at ease.
I just don’t want someone who puts me at ease—romantically, I mean. I want someone who gets my heart pumping and my adrenaline rushing. I want someone who excites me.
Brady and I di
