I squirm uncomfortably at the word, like it’s a reflex instilled inside my body. “I can handle it.”
He shakes his head. “Are you sure?”
I step forward, straightening my shoulders. “Yes, I’m your best friend and you can tell me anything.”
He sighs and starts to try to pace in the small amount of space. “I can’t go through with it… and not because I’m worried about finally going that far. It’s because I keep having flashbacks.”
“About what?” I keep my voice calm.
He stops pacing and his arm falls to the side. “Of Braiden.”
Braiden was Tyson’s very first boyfriend and the guy who was solely responsible for letting Tyson’s ass get kicked by the football team to avoid facing the rumors swarming about their relationship.
“Do you have feelings for him?” I ask, flicking the latch of the doo
