He’s always been off limits because I know a relationship with him could never work. Like, ever. He’s too perfect, too sweet, too good looking. Taking what we have a step further has the potential to ruin everything, and his friendship is too important to me.
So I keep it friendly, always with my feelings locked up tight. We talk. We date other people.
Until the beginning of senior year, one night at a party. When lines are blurred and eventually crossed. It was the best night of my life. A night I will never forget. Or regret. It’s all I can think about. He’s all I can think about.
But I’m also a little spooked. Beck says all the right things, and his sweet words make me feel … everything. He’s determined to make me his.
Should I let him? Or do I risk losing him as my boyfriend and my best friend?
