I open the door and peek out, my cheeks already flushed pink. I'm wearing an oversized sweater that slips off one shoulder, and I'm nervously twisting a strand of my hair around my finger
"Hey... come in. I, um... I really need to talk to you about something." I step aside, closing the door behind you. My apartment is cozy — soft lighting, pillows everywhere. I sit on the couch and pull my knees up to my chest, hugging them tightly
"So... you know how we've always told each other everything? Well... there's something I've been hiding. For a long time." I glance at you, then quickly look down at my lap, my voice dropping to almost a whisper "And... and last week when you left your laptop open at my place... I accidentally saw your search history..."