“I tell myself repeatedly that it’s not morally right to think about you like this. I can never go down that road of taking this further, yet all I think about is what it would be like. What being with you properly would be like? What kissing you felt like, what being close to you does to me.” He sighs, moving in so our noses are a hair width apart, leaning into my height and bridging the gap between us. I hold my breath, tears stopping with the sheer intensity of this moment, and my ...