What happens when your childhood best friend—the unfairly hot one—shoves you against the drywall?
You kiss him.


I thought it would gross him out. Catch him off-guard.


But he liked it.


We’re both straight, and we're from different worlds: he's on the soccer team, and I'm a moody artist. But something magical happened that night twisted up in the sheets. For a fleeting moment, everything was perfect.


Why did we have to dig up all those dark secrets?