Page 10 of A Very Gay Halloween
"So your solution was to become a complete dick to me?"
"I panicked, okay?" My voice comes out sharper now. "I didn't know what else to do."
"You could have talked to me."
I let out a harsh laugh. "Right. 'Hey Cooper, I know you have a girlfriend and you're straight, but I think I want to fuck you.' That would have gone great."
He leans back in his chair, and I swear I see the corner of his mouth twitch upward. Like he's trying not to smile.
"You should have done the opposite," he says.
"What?"
"Instead of pushing me away. You should have done the opposite."
I blink at him, trying to process. "I don't... what does that mean?"
His eyes are locked on mine, and there's something playful in his expression now.
"You're a smart guy. Figure it out."
"Are you... are you fucking with me right now?"
"Am I?"
I can't tell if he's messing with my head or being serious. The darkness makes it hard to read him, and I feel like I'm missing some crucial piece of information that would make everything click into place.
"You want to know something?" He leans forward again, close enough that I can feel his breath when he speaks. "I've spent a lot of nights wondering what would have happened if you hadn't run away."
My mouth goes dry. "Cooper..."
"A lot of nights thinking about you."
The words hang between us. My cock starts to respond to the implication in his voice, and I grip my water bottle tighter to keep my hands from shaking.
"What are you saying?"
"I'm saying maybe you weren't as wrong as you thought you were."
The world tilts sideways, shifting, rearranging itself into patterns I never considered.
Just as I'm about to respond, someone nearby shouts over the music.
"Okay, people! Time to move your asses, yeah? Buses are here!"
No. No, no, no. We can't stop here. I need to know what he means. I need to understand what the hell is happening.
People start gathering their things and moving toward the exit, and I expect Cooper to get up and leave, to let the moment pass like it never happened.
Instead, he stands up and looks down at me.
"Give me a ride?"
"What?"
"To the haunted house. Give me a ride."
I stare up at him. "I... yeah. Okay."
