It’s been a week since the talk we had in his backyard about the collision, and that night I changed his name in my contacts from Uncle Tor to Tor.
I knew in my heart I was never going to call him my uncle again.
Not after I knew what it felt like to be kissed by him, and not after the daydreams I’ve been having about him.
Seeing the dream version of us was like looking into a crystal ball, and I saw our relationship in a new way that now I couldn’t forget.
It also forced me to face several unexpected truths.
I’m insanely attracted to him physically and mentally. I want to take care of him, and I want to be the person who makes him smile every day.
I don’t want him to be any sort of uncle to me or be my dad’s best friend.
I want him to be mine.
Thinking back, I can’t deny that some
