It Was Always You

“Please, Ty,” Connor said, and I took a step closer to him. “If you felt anything tonight, or hell, are feeling anything right now, then please open the door. Trust me not to hurt you. Because no matter what we say or—” “Do?” “Yes, or do. It’ll never change our friendship. That’s a given here. You and I are a given, no matter what. But should we ignore whatever it is that’s sparking here just because it might not catch alight? What if it does?” he asked, and shoved off the door to meet me halfway, where he took my face between his hands and whispered, “What if we burn the motherfucking roof down?”