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“So?” He challenged.
“So what?” I parroted. Talking about my feelings was not something I cared to do. The more I talked about them, the harder they were to deny.
“So this is my fault.”
Okay, whoa. Straightening away from the desk, I stepped toward him, face tensing with worry. “Nothing is your fault.”
“So you didn’t hide the fact you were bi because of me?”
I blew out a breath. “I didn’t tell anyone I’m bi for a lot of reasons.”
“One of them being me.”
My tongue slid over my front teeth as I studied my brother and the determined look on his face. There was also hurt there… and guilt. Feelings I didn’t want him to have because of me.
“Not necessarily because of you but because of the shit I watched you go through when you came out,” I explained. “I knew you guys would accept me. I was never afraid of that. I was never ashamed of being bi either. But our parents died, and my sexuality wasn’t important. Just making it through the day was hard enough. Then you came out and ended up in a coma. I watched you pine for Max and him pretend not to see. It was complicated and messy. So I kept it to myself. Sticking with girls just seemed like so much less drama.”
“You were protecting yourself.”
“Yeah, I guess I was. And honestly, you and Max too. I didn’t want you guys to become targets for my orientation. You were already targeted enough. Max was already beside himself trying to protect you.”
“So you just denied that part of yourself.”
“I didn’t deny it. I just didn’t act on it.” I’d always been bi. It was just no one ever even tempted me to break my no-guy rule.
“Until Lars,” Wes said.
My heart skipped.Yeah. Until Lars.
“You love him.”
I choked. “No, I don’t.”
“He was acting weird after the meet earlier.”
My eyes flew to my brother. “What? Weird how?”
“I thought you didn’t love him,” he mocked.
“Wes,” I intoned, closing the distance between us to grab the front of his shirt. “I’m not playing games. Tell me what was wrong with him.”
“We having a family meeting no one told me about?” Max walked into the room, coming right over to where we stood to dislodge the hold I had on Wes’s shirt. “Hands to yourself, Win.”
I gave Wes a look. “And you’re jealous because he talks to me.”
Max stiffened, his eyes flying between us. “What?”
“I’m not jealous,” Wes snapped.
“I want an answer,” I snapped back.
“What the fuck?” Max growled, wedging himself slightly between us.
I gave him an unimpressed look. As if I would hurt him. “He’s my baby brother.”
Wes sighed. “I just thought it was odd. One minute, he was at his locker, getting ready to hit the showers, and the next, he was stumbling back, falling over the bench and into the lockers.”
My brows drew down. “Was he hurt?”
