I shrug. “I asked him the same thing. It didn’t make any sense to me. It still doesn’t. But the only explanation that makes sense is that… he might have feelings for me, too.” I say the last part in a whisper, as if voicing it too loud will break it apart.
“Is it crazy that I still kinda want to stay?” I whisper. I’m fairly sure that of everyone in my life, Freya is the least likely to judge me.
I nod, avoiding her eyes.
She doesn’t answer for so long that I start to feel my anxiety building. Then finally, she puts her hand on mine again. “Nothing seems crazy when you’re in love,” she says gently.
I give her a grateful smile. “Thank you, Freya. You’re the only one I can talk to without feeling ashamed.”
“You have nothing to feel ashamed about. He does, though.”
I shrug. “I don’t thin
