Okay I have got to say something or I am going to explode in a reckless burst of emotions........

I moved into this place a little over a year ago. I met Brittany the day I moved in. In fact I met her as I was carrying things from my car and she offered to help.

While I don't always look at everyone in a sexual attration sort of way, her looks were just too striking not to. Her face was perfect, not too soft looking but not too angular and hard either. Guys would definitely rate her an 11. fair skin with a faint trace of freckles, and long, dark, shiny hair with soft curls in it.

Her eyes could melt even the coldest heart. Very expressive and I could swear that her eyes would sparkle in the light.

And this was my first impression of her

We became best of friends almost over night, and we were always together.

Sorry guys, typical girl stuff, shopping, talking about guys, that kind of thing.

About a month after we met, we spent the day at Venice beach doing the bikini stroll and teasing every guy in sight. At one point our fingers brushed while we were walking and next thing I knew our fingers interlaced with each others.

Later that day we shared a tender but passionate kiss.

To me there is a big difference between having sex and making love. I've had a decent amount of sex, I haven't had a lot of love.

This is really going to hurt ........