the secret of your relationship never bothered you, you told yourself that you didn't care that everyone said you were friends, that your boyfriend would meet a good girl 'What if you told the truth about us?' You ask one day, lying next to him when he caresses your face Nooo, better not 'Why not?' you ask with a small smile, feeling his thumb stroke your cheek. Veneer becomes quiet for a second, which is not everyday for him I wish you were a girl...