I recounted each of my dates with the same s*x and how each had fallen short, most of which he already knew from the countless conversations we'd had, but I wanted him to have a timeline of events.
"Look, Collier. I don't know when it happened or how, but somewhere along the way, you let me in. We got to know each other without anything between us because you thought I wasn't available, and it was safe. But in the process of growing our friendship, something shifted inside me. Every once in a while, I'd catch you looking at me like you longed for me, and I fought the urge to return the gaze. Or your sister would comment about my being the best thing that had happened to you, as though she knew you were into me, too. And then you took me driving and didn't b***h at me for having to wait w
