He looks at me, and god, my heart fucking flutters. “Taylor and I aren't together. We’ve never been together.”
“Wait... what?” My brows furrow. “How... what?”
Easton sighs heavily, about to answer, but it’s Taylor who speaks.
“I’m gay,” she says.
My brows rise. “Huh?”
“Gay,” she repeats. “I like women.”
“Then why would you date a guy?” I say, dumbfounded.
“Because my parents are religious and would have never accepted me being with a woman. Easton has been acting as my boyfriend to get my parents off my back.”
Huh. Well, that sure as hell wasn’t what I expected.
“But the two of you look so close,” I say, eyes bouncing between them. “I see how you are with one another. It’s clear that the two of you care deeply about each other.”
Taylor’s eyes soften. “Of course we do. I love Easton. He’s my soulmate. But, not in a romantic way.” She shrugs.
“So, you’re just okay with spending years with people thinking you're her boyfriend?” I ask Easton.
“Yeah.” He nods. “Because I love her. I’d do anything for her. I helped her, and she helped me.”
What does that mean? “Helped you how? How do you get any benefit from this?” I’m so damn confused.
“I keep her secret, she keeps mine.” His eyes are dark, filled with so many emotions. It takes a moment, but then it clicks. I get what he means, and it nearly knocks me off my feet.
Swallowing hard, I speak the words that have my whole world turning upside down. “You’re gay.”
It’s not a question, it’s the truth. I can see it in his eyes, the way his whole body locks up at my words, confirming.
Easton didn’t cheat on Taylor with me, because he was never really with her. Because they’re both gay.
Easton is gay.
Holy mother of god, he’s gay.
This changes everything.
Chapter 13
Easton
“You’re gay.”
His words rattle around inside my head like a bass drum.
I stare at Bennett, my heart racing so fast I might pass out. Before today, the only person in this world who knew I’m gay was Taylor. Now, it’s three people. Everyone in this room.
Licking my lips, I swallow hard. “Yes,” I rasp.
Bennett’s lips part in shock, the look on his face is like he’s been punched in the gut. Like he’s been betrayed.
He doesn’t have any right to look at me like that. This is my life, my business. Not his.
But... after the other night, I guess it is his business now, too.
