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Stories

Tempted To Touch

Dear Today I learned that 'straight' might have been my longest-running lie.
I was only supposed to get his attention—fish him out of the crowd and pass him on to my friend.
When he revealed I was more his type, I recoiled. I was straight, and he was a man, and no amount of jawline and tattoos could change that.
Except… that voice, the words he spoke, the way he saw me, all kept me up at night, filling me with questions that demanded answers.
I didn't know his number. I didn't know his name. So I got crafty to find him.
But there was one more thing I didn't know—Hayden was danger embodied, rough, and demanding, playing me like a fiddle.
When he spoke, my body listened.
When he touched me, I lost my mind.
And when he called me his good boy, I begged for him to take everything.
Then suddenly, I was straight no more.

The Good Student

One heated promise. One confusing night. One identity crisis I never saw coming.
Asher Marshall is everything I can't arrogant, privileged, and far too aware of his effect on people. When I see him eyeing my best friend’s girlfriend at a frat party, I decide to put him in his place.
Except, I've completely misread the situation.
"By the time this night is over, I'm going to have you, Philip. You just don't know it yet."
His words should make me laugh. Or punch him. Instead, they ignite something inside me I never knew existed.
As the night progresses, what started as hostility transforms into a dangerous heat that threatens everything I thought I knew about myself.
I've always identified as straight.
I've always despised Asher Marshall.
I've always been certain about who I am.
Now, I'm not sure about any of it.
And the scariest part? I'm not sure I care.

Tempted To Try

Seven days ago, I was straight. We both were. And now we’re here.
Funny how a single week can change so much.
It was all so gradual , so smooth I barely even noticed.
Was it me who changed? Or was it the world around me, rearranging itself to the last tiny detail, into a state I never knew could exist, allowing me, prompting me to morph into a person I always was but never really paid attention to?
Seven days ago, I was straight.
We both were.
And now we’re here.
I turn my head to where he’s lying next to me, his smooth skin barely covered by bed sheets and glistening with a memory of the night.
A lot has changed in a week. And frankly, I wouldn’t change a thing.

My Best Friend’s Secret

There are some things straight best friends don't do together. Making out wasn't on that list. Maybe it should have been.
The plan was help Adrien create a dating profile, send him on his way, and go back to being best bros.
But then he came out to me, and everything shifted.
Now I'm taking shirtless photos of him for his profile, and my hands won't stop shaking. Every flex of his abs, every smile, every casual touch sends my mind to places it has no business going.