QueenButterflyFae20 asks: “I think I’m in love with my BFF. She knows I’m a lesbian but doesn’t have a clue I’m into her. And while she’s bisexual, I’m afraid if I tell her, I’ll lose her friendship forever, but I don’t know how much longer I can bury my feelings. Thoughts?”

Wow, I can’t imagine the tough situation you’re in. Such a difficult choice to make—keep what’s really on your mind hidden or tell her and risk losing her.

For me, it would come down to this: What does your heart say?

Is it telling you to hang on to her as a friend and treasure that time together while you find yourself interested in other girls?

Or is it telling you that you can’t sleep until she knows how much you care about her? That you’d rather her know the truth than go another day with her being in the dark?

If you think you’ll find yourself interested in another girl soon, then it might be wise not to cross that friendship line.

If your heart is set on her, then talk to her. Tell her the truth. Tell her how much her friendship means to you, but that you couldn’t continue keeping this secret. As your best friend, she’ll be the best source to ease your worries anyway. And a true friend won’t run because of you telling the truth. She’ll likely respect you for it. And you’ll be able to rest easy knowing you’re no longer holding on to these feelings alone.

I’m sending you all the good vibes and hoping you find your happily ever after—whichever path you choose to take. Please keep me posted!

In the meantime,

Stay Sexy. Stay Healthy.

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-One

Dean

NightLocker: Hey Pixie

NightLocker: You busy?

PixieBurn: Not at the moment

PixieBurn: You miss me already?

NightLocker: Always

I grinned at the screen, congratulating myself on the restraint I’d demonstrated. I had waited an entire night before sending her a chat box this morning.

PixieBurn: Was thinking about you too

NightLocker: :)

NightLocker: You finish your secret important thing?

PixieBurn: For the moment

PixieBurn: Why?

NightLocker: I need your help

Something itched the back of my brain at her for the moment response. Whatever she had put into motion for the sake of our challenge seemed to have a bigger responsibility than she initially thought. I could tell that much by the way she’d dodged my questions yesterday. Which made me wonder if she could as easily tell that I was hiding something—that I’d been keeping her in the dark about just how far Tanner’s pull over me went. I rubbed my palms against my face, forcing those thoughts out of my head.

PixieBurn: I have a shift in a couple hours

PixieBurn: Want to meet me there early?

NightLocker: That works