Pining for My Best Friend by Kristine W. Joy

I kissed my best friend. The mistletoe made me do it…
Now I can’t get her out of my head.
I never intended to kiss my completely off-limits best friend.
But I couldn’t break the Christmas tradition—that’s bad luck!
Now there’s a blush on her cheeks, a glow that won’t fade.
I can’t stop staring. There’s a similar warmth inside me.
We’d be down the aisle if my meddling grandmother had her way. Hence the strategically placed mistletoe…
Except my best friend is like a sister to me. She knows way too much. And apparently, I’m destined to screw up every relationship I’ve ever had.
She’ll never take me seriously. I barely take myself seriously.
And considering my family is the only one she’s got, it’s way too risky to explore whatever this feeling is.
Or is it?