My Crush is Gay
But it also felt like closeness.
Like I was kissing Odell himself.
I closed my eyes.
Then—
“What the fuck are you doing?”
I froze.
My eyes snapped open.
Odell was standing at the bathroom door, keys in his hand, staring at me as I’d just shattered something fragile.
His gaze dropped to my hand.
To his toothbrush.
Then back to my face.
“Why,” he said slowly, voice sharp with disbelief,
“Are you kissing my toothbrush?”