“I’m not afraid.” Except I already know that’s a lie. I’m scared of this, of her, of what we could be and how I’ll inevitably mess it up. Suddenly, my throat feels thick as I try to swallow past it. “But for once in my life, I’m going to exercise control.” She searches my eyes for a beat. “Control?” “I don’t want to jump into the deep end here. You’re my best friend.”
