Not just attracted to him.I want him.
To have him.
To claim him.
To kiss him until we both forget who we’re supposed to be.
And the kicker?
My roommate is a guy.
How did my life get this complicated?
Am I… gay?I don’t know.
All I know is—I want Cameron.
And it’s wrecking my head.
I’ve only ever been with women.Slept with them.Wanted them.I loved every second of it.The smooth curve of their bodies.Their soft hands.Their lips, warm and inviting.The way their skin felt against mine.Their breasts—full, perky, perfect.Everything about women has always been beautiful to me.
But none of them ever got under my skin like he does.
The night I kissed Cameron was no doubt different from every other kiss I’ve had with women.With those girls, it was always messy—a rush of hands, noise, and nothing that lasted past the moment.But with Cameron, it’s… intense.Every second feels charged, like there’s something deeper happening under the surface.
When our lips met, it wasn’t just about wanting him; it was like he’d been this missing piece all along.Everything else faded away, and it was just the two of us, locked in this slow, almost painful realization of what I actually felt.With Cameron, the kiss wasn’t a game or a quick thrill.It was real, grounding me in a way I didn’t even know I needed.
I keep telling myself it’s because he’s blond, with those beautiful pink lips, and I’ve always liked blondes.But I know that’s not it.Cameron’s different.He’s… intriguing.He’s like a puzzle I can’t solve.And when he smiles, when he laughs—it gets me every time.
“Fox.”Blaze’s voice pulls me back, and I look up to see him watching me.
“You totally zoned out, man.”I stare at him, noticing his gray eyes and sharp features.Blaze is a good-looking guy, no doubt, but I don’t feel anything remotely close to what I feel for Cameron.Not even close.Just to be sure, I spent most of today subtly looking at other guys around campus.But none of them did it for me.It’s only Cameron.
Does being obsessed with one guy make you gay?
“I’m tired,” I say finally, sighing.
“What’s going on?”
“Nothing.”I run a hand through my hair, biting my lip as I glance around the café.It’s afternoon, and students are milling around outside, visible through the café’s large windows.
“You want to talk about it?”Blaze’s voice is steady, like he’s ready for anything.He’s been my best friend for as long as I can remember, and he’s never judged me—even when I’ve messed up big time.
I hesitate, debating whether or not to tell him.Finally, I settle on a question.“I know you’re straight and all, but… have you ever been bi-curious?”I bite my lip, lowering my voice, feeling weirdly exposed.
Blaze goes silent, just watching me.
“Forget it,” I say quickly.“Forget I asked.”
But Blaze doesn’t drop it.“Are you bi-curious?”
“I’m not,” I say, then sigh.“I’m just… asking.”I shrug, trying to brush it off.Blaze gives me a look, then smirks, like he’s onto something.
"Well, I heard from some of the guys that gay guys give the best heads," Blaze says.
"What?"I nearly choke on my coffee.
I can't imagine my junk in another guy's mouth.It just doesn't sit well with me.That's so… oh, for fuck’s sake.
