I’m not gay.
I like girls.
But holy fuck, I can’t stop kissing my best friend, and I’m about five seconds away from slipping my hands into his shorts and grabbing two handfuls of bare ass.
“Shane,” he moans into my mouth, grinding his erection against my thigh.
“Toby—”
A sudden knock on the bedroom door has us jumping apart, panting and staring at each other with wide, shocked eyes as if we had no control over our own bodies just now.
“Hey, buttholes! Are you in there?”
Great. It’s Jake.
“Go away!” I shout, my voice slightly hoarse.
“Oh, good! Just the person I was looking for. I’m hungry, dude!”
“Fuck off!I’m not your personal chef, Jake,” I holler through the door, unwilling to face him right now.
“Then come with me to go get some food,” he whines.
“Nah. I’m going to bed.”
“Dude, you’re like an old man with an early-ass bedtime.Boring.”
“It’s not that early. Now, keep your fucking voice down,” I scold. “Toby passed out, and I’m keeping an eye on him.”
Toby mouths the wordhey, folding his arms across his chest in a faux-pout.
“Of course he did. The lightweight,” Jake chuckles, and I nearly laugh when Toby’s eyes narrow. “Well, goodnight then.”
“’Night.”
I press my ear to the door and wait for the sound of Jake’s heavy footsteps to disappear down the stairs before turning back around. Toby’s under the covers, and the silky basketball shorts are lying on the ground again.
Shit.
I swallow thickly, unsure how far we should take this.
“I’m not gay,” I blurt with absolutely no tact. “Or bi.”
Toby’s dimples make an appearance. “Oookay. So, if you’re not gay or bi, then what was that?”
I shrug. “Don’t know. Does it need a label?”
I just want him to be careful and safe. And if that means kissing me, then so be it.
“Of course not, Shane. But can we still have sleepovers?” Toby pulls the covers back, showing off his toned, tanned body in nothing but a black G-string and a pair of dimples.
Fuck me.
I groan, scrubbing a hand down my face in exasperation. He’s going to be the death of my straight card.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
TOBY