Page 31 of Tameron

“You were unusually quiet during the movie. You’re always the one with a running commentary, especially if you haven’t seen a movie. But not a peep out of you tonight.”

I sighed, leaning against the kitchen counter. “I was trying to figure out why I thought both Rachel Weisz and Brendan Fraser were hot.”

“Oh, he’s seriously hot in that movie.”

“Yeah, but I wouldn’t have noticed that before.”

“Before what?” Nash met my eyes. “What changed?”

“I don’t know. This…awareness, I guess?”

“That’s why they call it a bisexual awakening. It’s something that can slumber for a long time before you become aware.”

I dragged a hand through my hair. “I know that. I do. But to me, it was unexpected.”

“Not to me.”

“What do you mean?”

Nash leaned against the counter. “You’ve been pretty focused on Dayton lately.”

Heat crept into my cheeks. “I have not.”

“Oh please. You’re constantly texting with him about that kitten.”

“Because she’s cute.”

“And you agreed to be his wingman tonight at a gay club.”

“As a friend.”

Nash quirked an eyebrow. “A friend? That’s the first time you’ve called him that.”

“Well, he’s hard to resist, so I guess we’re friends now. He insisted, not me.”

“He’s a great friend, and I’m glad he finally wore you down. Plus, he’s a good-looking guy.”

I groaned. “He’s fucking gorgeous, and you know it.”

Nash’s eyes widened, and only then did I realize what I’d said. “I mean…”

“Don’t even try to take that back. You’re attracted to him.”

“I don’t know what I am.” I slumped against the counter. “This is all so confusing.”

“Welcome to the wonderful world of sexual identity crisis,” Nash said dryly. “But seriously, it’s okay to be confused. Take your time figuring it out. There’s no rush.”

“I’m going to a gay club with him in an hour.” I dragged both hands down my face. “And I can’t stop thinking about his abs.”

“Oh, they’re pretty damn spectacular…”

I groaned. “Not helping, dude. Not helping.”

Nash’s laughter followed me all the way up the stairs.

CHAPTER TEN

DAYTON

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