My Crush is Gay
“Don’t do this. Don’t do that. You can’t talk to this person. You’re too naive. You’re boring. You’re this. You’re that.”
He looked stunned.
“You’re so annoying,” I said, my voice shaking now. “Do you know that?”
He ran a hand through his hair. “You’re drunk.”
“You are lucky I like you, unless—” I stopped, swaying slightly.
His expression changed. “What?” he asked quietly. “You like me?”
I laughed.
A soft, broken laugh.
“Like you?” I whispered. “I don’t like you.”
He didn’t move.
“I love you.”