“Oh. Well. That’s a relief.”
“It is?”
“Yeah. I thought it was because you and Liam hooked up, and instead of being thrilled that a great guy like you would lower his standards enough to let Liam anywhere near him, Liam went right back to being an idiot.”
I dragged my horrified gaze slowly up to Adam’s knowing face. “What?” I said faintly.
Adam picked up his phone and turned it to me. A text conversation was visible on the screen.
Adam
What did you do to Jasper, dickface?
Liam
Nothing. Don’t waste my time.
Why?
What’s wrong with him?
Did he say something?
Is he okay?
I moaned. “He’s going to think I told you!”
“Told me what, exactly? That you hooked up? Or that he’s bi?”
“You know he’s bi?”
“Okay, this is the part where you don’t get mad at me.”
I sat up. “Is it? Because it sounds like this is actually the part where I do get mad at you. YouknowLiam’s into guys?”
“Yeah, kinda.”
“Since when?” I demanded.
“Since I walked in on him getting a blowjob from one of his rugby mates when I was sixteen.” Adam shuddered. “Gross.”
“Why didn’t you tell me!”
“Same reason you haven’t told me. Liam’s sexuality is Liam’s business. Also, he’s my cousin. Which brings us right back togross. Besides, I didn’t want you to obsess about him any more than you did back then.”
I hunched in on myself. I really had been obsessed. I'd had no sense of self-preservation. Or subtlety. Every time I ran into Liam, I’d get tongue-tied. Fall over stuff. Blush. Say something inappropriate.
Not much had changed, now I came to think of it.
For all my fascination with Liam, I hadn’t thought about him sexually until I was seventeen.
That was when I started trying to flirt with him. Even thinking he was straight didn’t stop me. It didn’t go great. By then Liam was a twenty-seven-year-old police officer climbing the ranks, with a posh-girl fiancee.
“At least I wasn’t obsessed with One Direction,” I said.
Adam wrinkled his pretty nose. “I wasn’t obsessed,” he said.
“So obsessed. You wrote out all the lyrics to their songs. By hand. In a special notebook.”