Riley Stavros had it all — the looks, the athletic build, the position on the football team, and her. His girlfriend. His best friend. The girl who held his hand in the hallway and always sat in the front row during his games. He liked her laugh. He liked the way she believed in him. He even liked kissing her — most of the time. She was perfect, beautiful, kind, sweet and smart.

But sometimes, when her head rested on his shoulder and the world felt almost perfect, something in the back of his mind whispered: This isn’t right.

It wasn’t her. It was him.

He tried to push it down. The thoughts. The glances. The way his eyes lingered just a little too long on his teammates in the locker room. He loved her — or at least, he loved the idea of what their life could be. Safe. Normal. Straight.

But the way he should’ve thought about her — the heat, the ache, the hunger — he found himself feeling for someone else entirely. A guy. And the guilt was unbearable.

How do you explain that to someone who’s never done anything wrong?

How do you admit that the love you gave wasn’t a lie, but it also wasn’t the whole truth?