Techie took a deep breath. This wouldn’t be easy to say… “I d-did like Matt. A lot. I wanted the s-secret letter writer to be him… For weeks I’d been daydreaming of him holding me, touching me, marrying me.” He takes Sarah’s hands in his and gives them a gentle squeeze. He’s so, so terrified of screwing this up. But it’s better to come clean all at once.

“He kissed me th-this morning. And I…liked it.” His cheeks burn with shame. The ground should swallow him up right this instant; It’s better than he deserves.