“Anna taught me to accept myself, taught me that being different isn’t a bad thing. That being gay isn’t a bad thing, that it’s just who I am. My parents hated her, but I didn’t let them bully me into stopping hanging out with her even though they tried. I hated hiding who I was after I started accepting myself, but I knew they’d never approve. And I was just a kid, barely sixteen. What was I supposed to do, other than keep pretending I was ‘normal’?”
I rub my nose against his and press my lips against his. “There’s nothing you could have done.”
He chases my mouth when I pull away and kisses me again. And again. “It didn’t matter,” he says when we come up for air. “They found out my first year at university. Someone had seen me on campus with a guy and told them. When I came home for Chr
