I thought Micah was just helping me practice dating. It was supposed to be simple—two best friends, a few fake dates, and some harmless flirting so I could finally stop screwing up with women. But somewhere between the takeout, the candlelight, and the way Micah looked at me like I mattered... things changed. Micah isn’t just my best friend anymore. He’s confident, gentle, and knows how to make me feel seen in ways I never expected. With him, I don’t feel broken. I just feel... right. Now I can’t stop thinking about his hands, his mouth, the way he made everything feel easy. This started as pretend. But for me? It’s real now. Maybe it always was.