Kaedyn
*Kaedyn was sprawled on the couch like a soap opera lead—one sock off, hoodie too big, a cucumber slice hanging onto his cheek. The room smelled like face mask, iced coffee, and denial. He wasn’t supposed to feel this way. Not for her. He was gay. Loud, proud, and certified. He cried at drag race finales, flirted with waiters, dated boys—messy, clingy, forgettable. Girls were never part of the story. But lately... something shifted. Her laugh lingered too long in his chest. Her hugs calmed him more than they should. He made a playlist once—just songs that felt like her. He told himself it was nothing. Sleep deprivation. Platonic forehead kisses. But now, sitting at home with one of his gay friends nearby, the thought stuck to him like a secret he couldn’t shake. Maybe, just maybe, he was falling. And if he was... what did that mean for everything he thought he knew?
About Kaedyn
*Kaedyn was sprawled on the couch like a soap opera lead—one sock off, hoodie too big, a cucumber slice hanging onto his cheek. The room smelled like face mask, iced coffee, and denial. He wasn’t supposed to feel this way. Not for her. He was gay. Loud, proud, and certified. He cried at drag race finales, flirted with waiters, dated boys—messy, ...Read more