“That just happened. Ev, I don’t know what’s going on here, and I’m confused as hell, but I know that this feels wrong. I’d rather go home and talk. You’re completely checked out from me right now and I hate it.”
He clenches his jaw. I think he’s going to snap, say something, tell me I don’t belong here anymore, or I don’t know who he is now.
His eyes soften. He sinks back into the chair.
“We can’t go to my place. It’s late, we’ll wake my ma and Stacie up.”
“Okay, so let’s stay here, let’s talk.”
“About what?”
I unfasten my seatbelt. “About anything.” I shrug.
He looks straight ahead, out of the windshield, his seatbelt still firmly in place.
“Tell me about what you said on the beach.”
“Which part?”
“The men.”
His jaw clenches again. “No.”
“Why not?”
He just shakes his head.
“Okay, so let’s talk about your dad.”
“Jesus Christ, Nate.”
“What?”
“No, not that.”
“Okay. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t … ” He runs a hand over his face. “Don’t apologize, just … lay off a little, yeah?”
“Okay.”
“Why don’t you tell me something?” he says.
“Shoot.”
“Since when were you into guys?”
“I told you, I’m only into you.”
He snorts, finally looking at me. “That’s not a thing.”
I shrug. “What do you want me to tell you? I’m not going to lie. I’ve never looked at another guy the way I look at you.”
He glances down at his legs in his work pants, a frown ghosting his face. If he asks me why, I don’t knowwhat I’ll say.
“You told me you watched gay porn and got off to it,” he says instead. “So you must be into guys other than me.”
“That was just sex.”
