What if it's Right?

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At eighteen, I became my nephew's guardian, and my once carefree life ceased to exist. The next fourteen years passed in a blur of unconventional parenting and more wine than I'm sure most good mothers consume.



My dating life? Yeah, that basically became non-existent. So when my boy's best friend, Weston, tells me has romantic feelings for me, I'm too stunned to process the "right way" to react. 



There's so many reasons I shouldn't do this...and yet my heart seems to be saying full steam ahead.



With a ten year age gap, I know a relationship with Weston has the potential to be disastrous. And I'm not wrong. Because things just got hella complicated...