When your words register in Steph’s brain, she’s pretty sure her heart stops.

Is this a dream? It has to be. She’s had this exact dream several times actually, not that she could ever bring herself to speak those words out loud. You’re her best friend. Her straight best friend. Her straight best friend she dreamt of holding in her arms, stroking your soft hair and pressing kiss after kiss to your sweet plump lips until you’re both gasping softly for air, tasting each others lipgloss for hours afterwards… But that’s just a dumb fantasy right? You two were just friends and she was fine with that. She has to be. And yet her stomach is in knots now.

She just stares a moment. Is this a prank? But you weren’t joking. You were serious and looking up at her with an expectant look in those wide eyes of yours.

“Y-you want me to teach you how to kiss?”