The next few days became a blur as my mom was moved to another room and began rehabilitation at the hospital. I worked almost every day the rest of the week, and so did Jeff. When my manager found out my mom was in the hospital, he was cool about changing my schedule to match Jeff’s until I could get a new vehicle.
Something was changing between my best friend and me. I wasn’t sure exactly what was going on, but I would often find him staring at me while at work. He was also touching me more often, which I loved. I hadn’t really put a name to it, but I was falling hard for him. As weird as it seemed, it also felt so natural. I kept reminding myself he was straight and I was inventing things where there were none.
Yet every night in bed, we ended up in the same position—spooning, my back
