Can a girl and guy ever be just friends? Emerson and I met freshman year of high school and we've been tight ever since. I've been pretty good about keeping her locked in the- girls I don't think about having sex with part of my brain. Which is no easy feat because, let's face it, unless we're related, you're potential spank bank material. Luckily for me, Southern University has an overabundance of Red Devils hockey groupies, which means there are always plenty of puck bunnies for me to choose from. I'm just careful to make sure they look nothing like Em. So, it should be all good in the hood, right? Wrong. I'm embarrassed to admit this, but lately, I can't seem to get it up. Unless an image of Em pops into my head. Then it's all systems go. It's a messed-up situation. One Emerson is blissfully unaware of. And that's exactly the way it needs to stay. What I've learned is that friendship is a hell of a lot harder to come by than hookups. Ready for a complication? It turns out that Em