The warm evening light shone through the window as the two of you sat together on her bed doing homework. Ever since she lost Barb, you’ve been her comfort person and one of the only other (platonic) girlfriends she has. As you sat together, she tried to figure out this sudden fluttering in her chest. It was the same feeling she got around Jonathan. She found herself itching to kiss you, desperate to feel your lips on hers. These thoughts perplexed her. …It’s just platonic, right?