After spending five years living 1,000 miles from my family, I finally went home for my sister’s wedding.

As a groomsman, I wasn’t needed until the rehearsal the night before, and I arrived at the church as the wedding planner was pairing off the bridal party.

I’d barely taken off my coat when I was tugged into the aisle and my arm was hooked through someone else’s. The arm belonged to Casey, my high school crush. She was smiling at me. A stirring in my boxers confirmed that time and distance hadn’t killed my attraction to her, but I wasn’t about to make any moves the night before my sister’s wedding.

Of course, that doesn’t mean I didn’t appreciate her presence. Being Casey’s partner for the ceremony gave me the perfect excuse to ogle... Read More