"I don't know what you think happened this summer," he continues, fitting his hands into his trouser pockets. If this coaching thing doesn't work out, he should try becoming the CEO of a company somewhere. Because he really rocks the look. "In fact, I'm sure you've invented a lot of bullshit in that stubborn head of yours. You think you've corrupted me, or manipulated me, or some shit."
My face is hot now. Because I do think that.
"You think that I was just playing around. Taking a walk on the wild side. You think I'm just going to "He brushes his hands together as if dusting them off."-go back to girls. Chalk this up as an experiment."
Yeah, I think that, too.
"That's not what happened, Ryan. Not for me. What happened is that I got my best friend back for a little while, and I also fell for him." His voice thickens. "I'm not just saying that. I fucking love you, and I know that's inconvenient. But I didn't get a chance to tell you in Lake Placid, so I'm telling you right now. Just in case we can ever get more than a summer. I love you, and I wish things were different."