Enzo’s jaw drops, but he smiles. “That’s right.”
“We have a child together,” I continue.
“Wow!” Mateo beams. “I didn’t realize you two were gay!”
I frown.
That’s not what I said. How did Mateo get that impression?
“That’s not correct,” I say hastily, and Enzo’s smile falters.
I inhale. Did I say something wrong?
Enzo is gay. He told me. But I can’t let Mateo think we’re a couple, can I? Enzo clearly doesn’t want to be out.
Except... he doesn’t look relieved. He looks?—
His expression is unreadable.
Oh, God.
This is way too confusing.
“I apologize,” Mateo says quickly, and his skin is pinker than before. “I assumed.”
“Hey, it’s fine,” I say. “Lots of people on the team like dudes.”
Including me. I wince.
Mateo nods, but his skin is still pink, and my stomach tightens, like I’ve told a lie.
Which I guess I have.
Because the thing is…
I don’t mind any of the things I do with Enzo. In fact, I think they’re awesome. They make him feel good, and they make me feel good. If it didn’t make me feel good, I would be trying to set Enzo up with a guy awesome enough for Enzo.
I frown. Does that make me bisexual?
I think again about these women I met in New York, who were best friends but didn’t want to even try to be together in a way that included bedroom activities.
Huh.
Mateo and Enzo chat together. Does Enzo think that Mateo is cute? I mean he is, right? So that just means Enzo has eyes which is something I want him to have. I don’t want to wish not having eyes on anyone. Not that he couldn’t make the best of things if he didn’t have eyes, and his ears would probably be amazing, but…
My mouth is sour, and I look down at my plate and wonder what I’ve eaten that’s caused it.
I’m relieved when Mateo finishes breakfast, and Enzo and I are alone.
“We have some free time before we have to head to the arena,” I say. “Do you want to see anything?”
“Actually I want to get some things from Gaby’s,” he says. “I know it’s not that exciting. But you should absolutely do some sightseeing.”
“Hey. That sounds nice,” I say. “Of course I’ll come.”
“I think some of the guys are going to check out the pier…”
“It’s fine, Enzo. Let’s go.”
