Page 65 of A Stealthy Situation

Fuck.

I take another shot before Felix rescues the bottle from my hand and puts the lid back on it.

“Now that we have the drinking out of the way, we’re going to try the talkies next.”

“I have no idea what to say, Fe. I’m confused.”

“Well, first of all, you could tell me you had sex with your gorgeous new friend.”

I frown at him. “Marshall told you?”

“No, I overheard you two talking, so I kept my distance so you’d have your privacy. And you still haven’t told me. But I figured it was relevant to this conversation, so you don’t need to worry about some big coming-out moment. I love you, I’m happy you’re figuring yourself out, blah, blah, blah …”

“The funny thing is that I haven’t figured anything out at all.”

“Oh. I assumed you were having some big bi moment?”

“Maybe …” I scratch my chin, not really having room in my brain for this too. “I know that I’m drawn to Benny. Super hot for him. Everything is … easy with him.”

Well, it was. Until now.

“Think you could be demi like Marshall?”

“Nah, but it did occur to me. I’ve never not wanted to have sex with someone just because I didn’t know them though. Sex is great. People are attractive. But …”

“What?”

“Well, it’s that whole wanting more thing that doesn’t always hit me. But with him, I think it might be. Sex is just an addition to that.”

“Hmm … maybe pan?”

That would probably make sense. I wasn’t immediately sexually attracted to Benny, but I did like him. More than friends. That feeling has only intensified the more time we’ve spent together, and it’s gotten to a point that I don’t care if he has a pussy, a dick, or a fucking tentacle between his legs, he just makes my cock all the way hard. Getting him off is one of my favorite things to do.

Figuring out that little lightbulb moment doesn’t make me as relieved as I’m expecting though.

I’m just … sad.

I want to talk to Benny.

But do I even know him at all? He’s helped me figure out this huge thing about myself, and what if everything I thought I knew about him is a lie?

A knock on the front door immediately catches my attention, and Felix and I exchange a look. Marshall has his own key, and we don’t have a lot of visitors.

“I’ll get it,” I tell him, hoping like hell it’s Benny and he has the scar and he really was just sick this morning.

Only when I open the door and meet his guarded hazel eyes, the truth sinks into my gut.

Whoever that was in class wasn’t him.

I knew it, long before the scar; his eyes are a dead giveaway. Looking at them now, the way they always seem so wary and like they’re looking too hard, reminds me that whoever I sit next to in class is never like that.

I step aside and hold open the door.

Benny doesn’t say anything, just walks inside and heads straight to my room.

Normally all the plants in here send off happy feelings through me, but I’m on my guard too. On edge, waiting for what the hell he’s going to say, and the way he’s so stiff, the way he’s inspecting the pots by my window instead of me, tells me I probably don’t want to hear whatever is coming next.

He finally talks. “I hear you met my brother.”

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