Falling in love with my straight best friend is not the smartest thing I’ve ever done. It’s not as if he can ever love me back. Right?

Zeke has been my best friend since we were kids, and I’ve been in love with him the whole time. Even moving a thousand miles away for college doesn’t make my feelings go away.

When Zeke and my brother get into a rough situation, they turn to me. I will do anything to help them. I don’t care if it means I’ll get hurt in the long run.

After we share a scorching kiss under the mistletoe, I realise Zeke might not be as straight as I thought. Does this mean I have a chance for something I’ve only ever dreamed about?