I’d known him my whole life and I’d realised he was attractive sometime around my twelfth birthday. It wasn’t news to me that he was hot. But somehow, I’d always managed to compartmentalise that from my friendship with him before. Now it was all just melding into one so all I could see was how fucking amazing he was and how much I wanted him and how it had been staring me in the face all these years. No matter how much I hungered for him though, it clearly wasn’t meant to be. I just wasn’t sure how to make my heart get the message on that.
