Crossing the Line

Have you ever gotten punched in the face after having your first kiss?

Because I have.

Easton Wright was my best friend, someone I thought I could trust with everything. Even my heart. Boy, was I wrong.

I thought we had something, but I guess I miss read the situation.

Now, years later, I’m not so sure.

The way he watches me has me wondering.

His words scream hate, but his eyes say another story.

He hasn’t been in my life for a long time, now I can’t seem to get away from him.

Everywhere I turn, there he is.

He swears he hates me, but every time we find ourselves alone, it’s not hate between us.

One thing I know for sure, Easton isn’t sure about his sexuality and I’m not sure if I want to be the person he tests that out on.

What we’re doing is crossing a line, one that could change things forever. Good, or bad.

I’ve already been hurt by this man before. But this is something so much more. And I’m not sure my heart will make it out on the other side.