“I’m gay,” she said.
My heart immediately started pounding again. I never realized she was gay, we were best friends, we spent all of our time together, and she never once made any type of move on me? She never once mentioned her preference for women.
“I thought you knew,” she said.
I should have known. Of course I should have known.
“Oh,” I said.
“Are you ok with that?” she asked.
“Yes, of course, it’s just, uh…” I stumbled over my words.
“It’s just what?” she asked.
“I mean, I didn’t know…you never made a move on me,” I said.
I realized my word sounded disappointed as they came out, but that wasn’t how I meant them to sound…
She laughed, her eyes lingered on me.
“Did you want me to?” she asked.
My lips curled into a smile to match hers as I stood there in shock. I wasn’t sure what I wanted at this point. Why did it bother me that she hadn’t hit on me?
“No,” I said, not sure that was a true answer.