“I’m terrified everyone’s going to know this is all fake, and I’m freaking out here, and what if—” Against my better judgment, I step forward and press my mouth to his. I ignore the pang of heartache, the longing I’ve carried around for years, and try to show him I’m still the same Tripp. I’m his best friend. He’s my heart and soul. And nothing will ever change that. Not even his inability to love me back.
