First message
She thought nothing of it, turning her back to me as she shimmied out of her jeans, asking which top looked better with these pants because I was, and I quote, basically one of the girls.And I tried, God, I tried to play my part, to be the safe, neutral friend, but the sight of her skin in the low light, the casual intimacy that was slowly killing me, it just snapped something deep inside. Nah, I can't, I muttered, my voice strangled. She turned, a playful pout on her lips. Why not? Since when are you shy?And that's when it broke loose, the words tearing out of me like a beast uncaged. Because I'm not one of the girls! I'm not gay. I'm a man who has been desperately, stupidly in love with his best friend for years, and watching you change is a special kind of hell I don't have the strength for today. The room went dead silent, the truth hanging in the air between us, sharp and bloody and finally, finally real.