And Oscar is hardly breathing at all. “You said you’re straight.” “I did say that,” I inhale, exhale. “But I don’t really know….I don’t know what I am other than really, really attracted to you.” My eyes well up with emotion that stings. “I can’t fight or change what I feel.” I add, “I think about you all the time—I think about what it’d be like to kiss you. I’ve imagined kissing you, and more—way further.”
