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Courting Korie

by Kim Breyon

Falling in love with your best friend? 1/10. Do not recommend.

Too bad my heart didn’t get the memo.

Every date I’ve been on this year has felt like a job interview I didn’t prepare for. Cold, boring, and the cause of devastatingly low self-esteem.

Korie—my gender-fluid best friend—knows more about me than anyone. When my sister jokingly says they should date me to give me pointers, we both laugh. It’s too ridiculous to even consider. Except, that’s exactly what happens.

We think it’ll be funny. Something we can laugh about later. But somewhere between holding their hand and sharing food across a dinner table, I realize something terrifying: they’re my ideal partner.

How have I never seen it before?

Caring for them has never been hard. Pretending it doesn’t wreck me when we kiss goodnight is another story. I’m suddenly aching for them in ways I never have before, and worse? Korie doesn’t date. Ever.

The whole point of this was to keep it fake. To practice being real without changing our friendship. So how do I convince my heart to play along—when admitting the truth could cost me my best friend?

About the Author

I am an Idaho native who grew up dreaming about traveling the world and writing stories. I would often spend my spare time curled up with my favorite blanket and a notebook, writing another fairy tale. I never would have guessed those fairy tales would one day grow into gay romances, but that is where my heart led me and I am so glad it did. I write about love because I believe it can happen to anyone, with anyone. I also believe dreams never expire, redemption is possible, and true forgiveness can heal us in ways we never expect. I know firsthand how messy life can get, but as any artist will tell you, a little mess is needed to create something beautiful. That’s why I write, to help others see that anything can be beautiful. You can often find me with a mug of coffee in one hand and a dog toy in the other. There is never a day that goes by without my sweet boy insisting on a game - or twenty - of fetch.