He shifts beside me. "You know, you could just say what you're actually thinking."
"And what might that be?"What the fuck am I doing?
"That you're uncomfortable being next to me knowing I'm naked under this blanket."
"You're also wearing a towel."
"I thought you didn't care?"
I instantly feel my face burning and it's not from the fire.
Carey sinks further into the chair, his knee now touching mine. I know it's a test, and still, I can't bring myself to move it because even though I can't say it, I need him to know how much I want him.
He rests his hands in his lap. "Do you want me to go?"
My jaw clenches so hard it cracks. "No."
"I remember everything, you know?"
"Don't say it," I warn.
"I think I will," he counters, grabbing my chin and turning my face up so our eyes meet. "I'm bisexual."
“I told you not to say anything.”
"Someone's got to… Are you bi?" I shake my head and his hand drops from my face to my leg. "So you just let guys suck your dick in secret, then?"
I look down at his hand. "I do most things in secret."
"That still doesn't answer my question."
"I'm not bi."
"So what are you?"
"Confused."
He scoffs, "Yeah, no shit," and slouches back into the chair, his leg now unapologetically butting up against mine with no room to question his intention.
"I'm sorry."
"No you're not."
I copy his position and stare blankly into the fire, the pair of us doing our best to keep our emotions contained. "I am. I didn't want this to happen."
"Fuck," he scoffs again. "That makes me feel so much better."
I sigh because I know my words aren't coming out right. "That's not what I mean."
"Sure it's not… You don't want me. You don't want—"
"I don't want my friend's little brother."
"Finally. There it is."
"There,whatis?"
"A reason. An answer. Something. Anything. The first thing you've said in reference to us hooking up."
