And then he's gone, and I'm left standing by the fountain like an idiot, watching him disappear into the evening crowd.
You can not catch feelings for him.
But my brain's already cataloging everything. How he knew exactly how to calm me down. The careful way he touched me. How he actually listened to my Doctor Who rambling. Those fucking thighs in shorts.
He's a baby gay who needs education, not complications.
Right. Education. That's all this is.
And he might just be experimenting. Curious what it's like before going back to girls.
That thought sits like acid in my stomach. I've been someone's experiment before. Someone's "college phase." I think every gay guy has been someone's 'experiment' and it sucks for us every time.
And I can't, won't, do that again.
My phone buzzes one more time.
Gavin
Your slides better be color-coded
I'm expecting greatness
No pressure tho
I stare at the messages, thumb hovering over the keyboard. Want to type something witty. Something flirty. Something that might tell me if this is real or just him being friendly.
Instead, I write:
Me
They're extremely color-coded
Gavin
KNEW IT
Can't wait to see
Night Doc
Me
Goodnight
I pocket my phone and head back to my apartment, trying to ignore the warmth still sitting in my chest. Thursday can't come fast enough.
This is a terrible idea.
But apparently, I'm doing it anyway.
Chapter 10
Axe a lot of questions
Sebastian
My phone buzzes while I'm elbow-deep in my closet, surrounded by every piece of clothing I own.
