“Is that the first time you’ve ever told anyone about your roommate?” Oliver asks, pushing his glasses farther up the bridge of his nose.
“Yeah, but I’m not ashamed of it, if that’s what you’re getting at.” Every single one of these guys is gay or bi. Growing up, it was a normal thing here, so I never thought twice about it.
But I didn’t really have time to explore that side of me.
The last I heard, Asher was living in South Carolina with his wife and two kids. Maybe it was him experimenting incollege. I always chalked it up to that since I met Delia so soon after.
Everything with Delia was new and fun. I fell hard and fast for her. I couldn’t think about anything but her. Maybe that’s why we burned out the way we did.
At the beginning, it was all about her. Once we settled into life together, it got stagnant and stale. We fell into our own routines and didn’t appreciate one another like we should have.
“Is that the first time you toldCharlieabout that?” Theo asks.
“I mean, I thought he knew.”
Right?
Fuck. Maybe I never did tell him because of Delia.
“Damn it. I need to find him.”
“And if you want to fool around, you have my number.” Griffin winks at me.
“Thanks for the offer, but I’m not looking.”
Griffin gives me a slow perusal. “That’s a damn shame. I wouldn’t mind a one-night stand with you.”
“Griffin!” Oliver chides him. “You can’t say those things. That’s rude.”
“Nah,” I brush his comments off. “I’ve heard worse out of him.”
“See? I’m a peach.”
Oliver shakes his head at him as I stand and weave my way through the crowded bar. I saw both Charlie and Hunter flee through one of the back exit doors.
The door is cracked open, and I hear the tail end of their conversation.
“I’m sorry, Charlie. I didn’t know this would happen,” I hear Hunter say.
“That you’d break my heart because after all this time it turns out being in love with my best friend is never going to amount to anything because he just wasn’t intome?”
Oh, shit. I shouldn’t be hearing this, but I can’t stand here and continue to listen to this conversation between them. Pulling open the door, I interrupt the conversation.
“Uhh, guys?”
Charlie’s eyes snap to mine and go wide as saucers. “Brooks.”
“I’m just going to go back inside.” Hunter slides past me as the door clicks shut behind him.
“Are you okay?”
My head is spinning at what I just overheard.
“I’m fine.”
Charlie tries to brush past me to go inside, but I grab his arm, stopping him in his tracks. Tears, or maybe the cold, sting his eyes. Snow clings to his hair.
“No, you’re not.”
