No matter how many times I repeat the same phrase inside of my head, I cannot simply force myself to believe an outright lie. This feeling of attraction I feel towards her, it doesn’t feel right. 

I’m lying straight to her face. I’m lying to myself. This feeling isn’t real, it isn’t genuine. It—isn’t right.

Staying on the bed, she grabs the back of my shirt and tugs me towards her as she makes me lay down in front of her. Completely taken by surprise, I couldn’t muster the strength to resist.

I can feel the warmth of her body. I never paid attention to the first couple of times...