Would my perfect ladybug find his way to
alight in my arms?
The truth was I was in love with my best
friend. Had been since we were teenagers. He was my perfect ladybug, flitting
around dressed in beautiful lingerie that made him feel like his true self.
Something he'd hidden most of our young lives.
But I knew it was there. I loved that part of
him.
Finding the courage to confess my love would
complete my heart if my beautiful ladybug would alight for me.
In my arms—with me forever.