Sarina Bowen

“—Jamie Canning. He’s a senior.”

I want to pretend I still don’t have feelings for the guy.

I just… I just can’t let him go yet.

“Am I finding somewhere else to sleep tonight?”

He sighs. “No, jackass.”

The way I’m dying to rip your clothes off and get inside you.

I won’t lie. This is weirding me out—the idea that this man is staring down at his screen somewhere on the other end of town, tapping Wes’s picture...

Competing for my friend’s attention isn’t fun.

I stick out a hand and he closes his fingers around it and squeezes.

My chest goes rigid. The thought of Wes hooking up with someone tonight pisses me off.

At the end of the day, I’m still gay—and he’s still straight. Even worse, I’m still in love with him.