He stands up and walks over to me, lowering his voice. “Trey loves you. If you can’t see that, or if you aren’t ready to commit to something of that level, then fine. That’s your call. But don’t string him along for another two motherfucking years because you’re still floundering to understand why you should have nice things like Trey in your life. He deserves to be more than your dirty fucking secret, Erin.”
Glitch, my guy! Simultaneously a great best fried and great brother. Get you a man like this. My fucking GUY
