He would kiss me. I knew he was going to kiss me, and I was going to let him.
Johnny, My brothers best friend and my nemesis.
Or that was what we pretended to be when no one was looking. When I was alone with my thoughts, it was always consumed with thoughts and images of him and his hot body.
And from the way he stared at me every single time, I knew he felt the same way. We both knew it, all that was left was for us to act on it. To put actions to our feelings.
He was standing so close to me, so f*****g close and I was leaning in, ready to accept it.
I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t get enough oxygen into my lungs. I was drowning, free falling, nothing for me to hold onto, nothing to catch me.
And I’d never wanted to plummet into the abyss more than I did right now. Right in Johnny
