“Grey,” I moaned into his lips.
As if knowing exactly what I wanted, he wrapped his arm around me, and with his free hand, he pulled me closer at the waist, pressing me further into him. Wherever his body touched mine lit up with fire and lightning. Electricity sparked across my skin in the wake of him.
I groaned and kissed him harder. He was such a good kisser. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. I thought back on how many people I’d kissed in my life. None could compare. They’d been too soft or messy. Grey was strong and controlled. I could kiss him forever.
This must be what Goldilocks felt when she found the porridge that was just right.I laughed. What a ridiculous thing to think in this situation.
My laugh startled Grey, who pulled back, looking at me with confusion in his deep brown eyes.
“No, don’t stop,” I said. “I was being stupid.”
But instead of returning to kissing me, Grey vanished into a cloud of smoke before my eyes. Then the bed disappeared, too, followed quickly by the rest of the room as I was pulled from the dream.
My eyes snapped open. I was in my room. Alone.
Sitting up, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. The dream still danced behind my eyelids, taunting me—as if my own treacherous mind said,This is what you really want.
At first, I tried to shove the thought away. I wanted to deny that I wanted Grey like that, but at this point… I couldn’t. I couldn’t keep lying to myself. I’d graduated from thinking about him in my waking hours to having him invade my dreams as well.
“I want Grey,” I said into my hands covering my face. “What thehellam I supposed to do about that?”
Throwing my feet over the side of the bed, I checked my phone. It was eight p.m. I must’ve dozed off after getting home from class. That would explain the dream. I was still processing the excitement from class and the cafe earlier this morning. Still, the cause of the dream didn’t change what it had revealed. I wanted Grey.
I was so fixated on the time, it took me a few seconds to notice I’d received a notification from Instagram.
Greyhyundreams started following you.
That has to be a mistake, right?I clicked on the notification to find that it wasn’t a mistake. Grey had followed me on Instagram. Since I’d unfollowed him earlier that month, the blue “follow back” button glared up at me.
“Fuck it,” I muttered and pressed to follow him back. Afterward, I quickly tossed the phone aside.
I groaned loudly and threw myself back onto the bed. Grabbing a pillow, I covered my face with it and yelled in frustration.What am I going to do with Grey?It felt almost cruel the way he was taunting me. He had a girlfriend, and yet, every time we interacted, I felt sparks. And I hadn’t even thought I was into guys, so ifIwas seeing sparks, he must be too. Or like Kellan had said, he was just toying with my emotions for the attention.
Someone knocked on my door.
“You okay, Ethan?” Kellan’s voice came from the other side. “You’re not jerking off in there, are you?”
“Don’t be gross,” I said, voice muffled by the pillow. “You can come in.”
I heard the door open. “Look, man, I had to be safe. One time Josh was screaming his damn head off, and…” He stopped, seeming to finally register what he was walking in on. “Are you okay?”
“Peachy,” I said into my pillow. “Just peachy.”
“Do I want to know?”
Removing the pillow from my face, I looked at Kellan, whose expression was a mask of concern.
“I want Grey.” The words rushed out of me like water breaking from a dam. “I think I might like guys.”
“Oh boy.” Kellan came to sit next to me. “Are you sure?”
“Considering I just woke up from a dream with him all over me—and I’m sorry, weren’t you the one who said you liked guys?” I asked.
“I was just asking a question,” Kellan said. “I have to admit, I saw this coming.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means you were in denial about what made you so drawn to Grey to begin with. I told you it was a man crush because typically guys don’t like hearing that they could be bi or pan or whatever, and you needed to come to terms with that on your own.” Kellan sniffed. “I love you, man, but I ain’t a therapist.”
