Zone

"I don't really think of you being in the 'friendzone' so much as..." she said, looking away from me.

"As..." I asked, deflated.

She shrugged. "I don't know, more like the 'gay best girlfriend zone'," she said.

"I...I'm not gay," I insisted.

"I never said you were," she said, "I'm only saying how I think of you."

"I...I like girls," I said, staring at her bra, her breasts.

"How do you really know?" she asked, looking at me. "You've never been with one."

"I...I just do," I insisted.

She smiled. "Here's the thing, love," she said, "if I asked offered to let you touch my breasts of wear my bra, I have a funny feeling you'd pick the bra, not the breasts."

I looked away, face red, knowing she was probably right.