Aiden: you could’ve told us you were dating!
Shit.
Did I apologize for not saying anything, or tell the truth? I wasn’t sure which was worse.
But the truth was less likely to come back and bite my ass later.
Felix needed someone to play his boyfriend so he could let Alex be gay. Tell Morgan I’m doing this for him.
And Carter, and Angelica’s nephew, and…
… maybe me.
Because maybe if I’d seen someone like Alex falling in love with someone like Eliot way back then, maybe this all wouldn’t be so much of a surprise.
I understood exactly what Carter meant now.
Shit, Carter.
Do NOT tell Carter
Aiden: we are way past not telling Carter
I groaned as my elbows hit the counter, burying my face in my hands. Dammit.
He’d have questions. He’d havecomplaints.
Worst of all, he’d havetheories.
My phone vibrated again.
Carter: so you can’t come to my sister’s wedding, but you can go to Felix’s book launch?
Shit. Shit, shit,shit.
How hurt was he? How screwed was I?
It’s not like that, I texted back, because itwasn’tlike that, not really. It’d been different.
Or at least, it’dseemeddifferent, and now that I was starting to think about why that was, I kind of didn’t want tokeepthinking about why that was.
Carter: you could tell me what it is like
I swallowed.
Did he know? Did figuring out you were bi come with some kind of way of being able to tell whoelsewas maybe bi?
Fuck, I hadn’t thought aboutthat, either.
Last night, with Felix, everything had been so natural. So right. I hadn’t really stopped to think about what it meant—for us, or forme.
“You gotta stop thinking with your dick,” I said aloud, picking a chunk off one of my waffles and shoving it in my mouth so I couldn’t give myself anyothergreat advice.
Not sure I could
My phone rang before I even set it down again.
Carter.
