Noah’s hands wouldn’t stop shaking as he stood outside Ethan’s apartment door. The takeout bag from last night was still in his fridge, untouched. He hadn’t slept. Every time he closed his eyes, he heard Ethan’s voice through the door: I think I’m attracted to him. The confession had replayed in his head for twenty-four hours straight.
He couldn’t keep pretending. Not after that.
Noah knocked before his courage failed him. The door opened a moment later. Ethan stood there in a white t-shirt and gray sweatpants, looking tired and surprised.
“Noah? I wasn’t expecting—”
“We need to talk.” Noah stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, heart hammering against his ribs. “I heard you. Last night. With your friend.”
Ethan froze. The color drained from his face. “Noah…”
“I wasn’t try
