Page 43 of Manhattan Tormentor

Hormone imbalance.

Body snatchers.

Anything works but the truth.

I think I’m gay.

Gay for this little shit scowling at me.

The pull to him is inexorable as the tide.

I can’t even get hot for a jock. Nah, it has to be the nerdiest little fuck with the suckable lips.

“You think calling me Damsel feminizes me. Does that make it easier for you to want me? Are you picturing me with a pussy when you grind up on me, Finn?”

Fuck.

No longer mellow, I want my high back.

I want him to shut his fucking mouth and to have never existed in my world.

I wasfinebefore he happened. We must have been at the same school for years without me taking notice of him, and now he’sallI see.

“You’d make an ugly girl.” I tell him, not meaning it. He’s fucking pretty. If a guy can be pretty and masculine at the same time. He’s definitely not woman-like and that’s what freaks me out. That I am so attracted to another male.

The side of his lip twitches and he looks hurt. He looks mad.

“And you’re ugly inside so it doesn’t matter how hot you are outside because the festering you have inside you will always show.”

I smirk, feeling his words like a bullseye.

“Goddamn,” he curses, lowering his head. Another hand rakes through his hair, then he looks up at me. “I didn’t mean that.”

“Yeah, you did. It’s fine. It’s true.”

He doesn’t know how deep I can cut him if I want to. He thinks I’ve messed with him up till now. That’s nothing. I have my father’s cruel blood swimming through my veins and there’s no one more vicious than dear old dad.

“Doesn’t mean I have to lower to your cruel levels. I’m sorry,” he says, flooring me.

It’s funny, I’ve always indulged in anything I wanted.

Anyone I wanted, and this is my hard limit.

I can swallow some lies, how my family isnormaland I’m a well-adjusted man. But I choke on the truth that I’m hard up for a guy.

Sage frowns, watching me. “Are you outside?”

“Yeah, didn’t want to listen to Bates fucking Paris.”

Sage snorts. “Not into sharing, huh?”

The taste of his jealousy is nice in my mouth. “Fishing for deets, Fierro?”

“Hardly.”

“You can ask me anything.”

“I’m not interested inanyoneyou do.”

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