Blurred Lines

I’ve been in love with my best friend for years. The problem? He thinks I’m straight. And now that I share a dorm with him, his insistent need to cuddle -and lack of clothes- are blurring the careful lines I’ve drawn. I’m struggling to keep my defenses up. I love him but I’m afraid. Afraid I’m not enough to make him stay. Afraid he’ll rip my heart out. Afraid he won’t love me back. But I see a side of him no one else does. In the security of our room, he lets his mask fall. Lets me hold him. …