Wait, I'm My Crush's Crush?
Because we had grown up together and were way too used to each other, he treated me with an overfamiliar intimacy that had absolutely no boundaries.
We could share the same hoodie and drink from the same cup of bubble tea. He finished my leftovers, too. He would even help me wash my underwear.
These were things only couples in a serious relationship would normally do, but I knew he only saw me as his female best friend.
It wasn't that he was incapable in that department, or that he swung the other way. It was just that, when he was little, he'd caught his mother in bed with another man. The trauma had carved a deep, permanent scar in him, so he despised any woman who wanted to fall into bed