“So, did you like it? Kissing a boy? You gay, for sure then?” I can’t help it when my lip quirks, and his eyes zero in on the movement before they flick back to meet mine. I see a moment of panic flash across them. Please don’t run away, little mouse. “Lincoln. Chill, dude.” As soon as the words leave my mouth, I wonder if it will become a regular thing. Me reassuring him. And I think I’d be okay with that. “This is a safe space with me. We’re friends, and we’re just exploring things together, right?” I decide to open up to him and hopefully ease his nerves.
