Page 27 of The Chance

Am I … Am I attracted to—

“My dick got hard in a locker room.” He snickers then winces and brings a hand up to his face only to stop midair and drop it. “And then it stayed hard for the cheerleaders, too.”

My mouth works like a fish, my brows meeting in the middle of my forehead.

“It was always there for me,” he clarifies as if he can see the struggle written all over my face. “Not everyone is like that, especially if there’s any trauma barring self-actualization.” He licks his lip, then swipes it away with the back of his hand. “It’s totally normal to question those ideologies later in life.”

I nod, though I don’t understand most of what he just said.

“It’s not like I’m …”

I’m what?

Gay? No. Bi? That doesn’t feel quite right either.

Broken? Probably.

I huff, push to my feet, and start pacing.

“What’s Mac say?”

My chest constricts, another wave of guilt nearly stealing my breath.

“I haven’t …”

“Oh.Ohhh,” Peach drags out. “We’re ignoring that. Got it.”

I nod again, though I’m not really trying to ignore anything about the drummer. It’s just easier to avoid thinking about how having him in my arms felt likemore.

Didn’t it?

How I want to do it all over again because I knowhefelt good about it.

Didn’t he?

And that makes my dick twitch.

Shit, I’m so fucking confused.

“If a guy made your dick hard, then you’re not straight.” Peach pushes to his feet with a groan. “How about that?”

Biting the inside of my lip, I stare at a spot in the floor.

“But what if it wasn’t just that? What if … what if it was thefeeling?”

Peach’s non-bloodied hand lands on my shoulder. “I’m gonna text you something. Look it up when you’realone. Give it some thought. I’m here when you’re ready to talk.”

I barely nod and Peach leaves me to my crisis.

Chapter Twelve

Jordan

All day, I bothignored my phone, and watched it intently.

The little red dot screaming at me from a distance, like a beacon to all the answers swirling in my mind and making my chest ache.

What if I’m not straight?

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