My Family’s choice
Even when we started college, we stuck to our plan—right from high school—and moved in together.
To make matters worse, I started to notice him more. The way he looked without a t-shirt, how his tanned skin glistened. I couldn’t stop imagining my hands on his bare chest. I even had to make him wear shirts in the house. Luckily, we had separate rooms, but still... One of the reasons I kept clinging to my feelings for him was because our parents saw the possibility of grandkids someday.
My parents never got to see my "friendship" with Nate. I was four when they died in a car accident. After that, I moved to stay my Uncle James, who luckily lived in the neighbourhood, so I didn’t have to stay a
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