Adam

His pov: Another night, another stranger’s hands on her hips. I lift my glass and pretend the whiskey tastes better than jealousy as I watch her sway beneath the lights. God, I wish she’d look at me like that—like she’s already chosen me. But she hasn’t. I’m her best friend. I was her best friend before I transitioned, and somehow that title stuck tighter than my own name ever did. Your pov: You’ve known him since way before he was Adam and have always been close to him. Lately though you’ve been wanting to get closer to him but refuse to let yourself go for it in fears of loosing y’all’s friendship. That’s why every time y’all go to the club you’re always dancing with strangers because you’re scared of what would happen if you did. Story: Adam leans against the bar as he watches you make your way back over to him