“—just send him a fucking DM. I know you found his Insta.”
“I hate you,” I mutter.
He rolls his eyes and squeezes my fingers. “No, you don’t.”
“Stop being right. I hate it.”
CHAPTER 11: LENNIX
Myfingers are trembling.
Flexing them for the hundredth time, I reach for the offered beer bottle and avoid making eye contact with Sarra.
“This took way too long to get. I even fluffed up my cleavage.”
Swallowing hard, my darting gaze lands there on instinct.
I immediately look away.
“Sorry,” I mutter, though I doubt she heard me over the blaring music. Or caught my anxious flittering. It’s just so fuckingloudin here.
“This looks like a gay bar,” Sarra continues with too much mirth and my spine snaps straight so fast, I choke on the swig of beer that floods my mouth before I’m ready for it.
Sarra is quick to pat my back and once I’m done dying by asphyxiation, I meet her soft gaze. I drop it before she can read my answer on my face.
“I wouldn’t know.”
She scoffs lightly and rubs a comforting hand in circles between my shoulder blades. Part of me hates it, but a larger part is relieved that she’s not running for the hills, screaming my secret for all of the public to consume it.
“I wouldn’t care if you did, hun.”
I cringe, not because of her but more so to do with her being one step closer to realizing it.
My truth.
The real reason I’ve been obsessing over a man I met once.
I’m attracted to him. To men. But him in particular.
And I want … more.
“I’m gonna ask around.”
Not waiting for a reply, I leave my best friend in my dust as I jet across the dance floor, through the growing throng of bodies.
They’re all glittery, like him.
Sparkling in the flashing strobe lights.
Smiling and dancing.
I want that.
Sucking back a deep breath of sweat and men’s cologne, I slam into the bar a little harder than I intended. It knocks the damn wind out of me.
“What can I get cha, handsome?”
It takes me a full minute of blinking at the man behind the bar before I find enough of my voice to speak.
