I needed a tutor. He needed someone to finally see him.
Josh is the quiet guy in the back of class—smart, serious, always watching. I didn’t think much of him until he offered to help me pass stats.
Now we’re spending late nights together. In his dorm.Just the two of us.
It starts with teasing. Eye contact that lingers too long.
A question I wasn’t ready to “You ever wondered what it’s like?”
I laugh it off. But then he kisses me—and I don’t stop him.
Now I’m the one going back to his room. Needing more.
And every time he touches me, I feel less certain of who I thought I was… and more like the version he sees when he looks at me.
First time. Friends to something more. A slow, addictive unraveling I never saw coming.
I thought I was straight.
But he’s got his mouth on me—and I’m starting to like who I am with him.