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Love is the Master Plan (Romantic Short Story)

I used to be in love with Jericho.

For years. Which was embarrassing, because he was (and still is) my best friend. We’d discuss the fact that I was in love with him, openly, all the time. Joke about it even.

But the bottom line is that the feeling isn’t mutual.

The kind of love he feels for me isn’t the kind that sends his fingers under my skirt to grab hold of my ass and hike me up