His hands slid around me and I felt the powerful beat of his heart against my chest. I suddenly didn’t care that we were alone. I could just be with him like this for a moment. It was the only place I wanted to be right now, gripping him tightly and breathing in his fresh, sandalwood scent. And with that knowledge came a terrifying realisation I knew was true despite the haze of alcohol fogging my brain. Yep, it’s official. I’m into my straight best friend. Thanks for the headfuck stars.
