Page 25 of Manhattan Tormentor

He got me to the party tonight through Bunny.

That means he wanted to see me too. We’re so fucking dysfunctional.

Finn has found a fresh way to mess with me.

He doesn’t know I will never out him to anyone. That’s a dick move and I won’t lower myself to his standards to even the score. It makes me feel violently sick at the thought of hurting him. How fucking dumb am I?

His secret will always stay with me, no matter how much he ruins me.

There’s only a few more weeks and he’ll leave.

That time can’t come soon enough.

Yet I spend hours looking at photos. And wishing it was me with him.

C H A P T E R 7

Finn

Delivering blow to a friend of a friend wasn’t on the list of shit I wanted to be doing today, but I owe a favor to Bates.

I haven’t been to the arcades in years. Smelling like stale pizza and body odor, the place is crowded. The guy I’m looking for is serving at the concession stand. So I wait off to the side as he pours melted butter on huge vats of popcorn.

Bored, I scroll through my phone.

All the Fierro’s have social media accounts, apart from Sage.

The little freak can’t even be normal and put his life online.

I suck air through my teeth and scroll through his sister’s account. Finding a few pictures of him laughing. Wearing a soaked t-shirt in another, while he and the other two Fierro’s toss water balloons at each other.

I linger longer than I should, then get pissed off when I realize what I’m doing.

Jesus. I need a punch to the temple to shake whatever this is.

Being caught up in aguyhas more than taken the wind from my sails. I’ve no idea what I am, because it’s only one guy. Onlythatguy. What does it mean? I’m queer only for Sage fucking Fierro. The nerdiest guy I’ve ever known. I can’t even go gay for someone on my level.

Paris made it clear she was down to fuck last night. I couldn’t even pretend I wanted her mouth around my dick. I was too busy skulking in a corner with a beer looking up shit about the egghead to notice Paris wanted my attention. I think Bates took her home.

It’s been months since I touched anyone else. Not a kiss, not a finger-fuck or a blowjob.

I wish I could go back to only thinking about what pussy I was getting. Life was simpler before I got stuck thinking about him.

Sage is messing me up.

I’ve made out with him twice now.Fuck me.

There’s a rattling of adrenaline through me every time I think about those kisses.

I liked it. A lot.

I’ve never had a kiss so explosively arousing before.

It’s unsettling. It makes me feel like an angsty teen, for fuck’s sake.

The only way I can function is, if I keep all my anger forefront. If I don’t, what’s the alternative? That I acknowledge I loved the feel of his facial hair against my lips. That his suck around my tongue was the best suck I’ve ever had. And that all my hands wanted to do was skate down his lean body and feel his hard dick in my palm and not up against my stomach.

What does it make me?

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