Alex’s pov

The light outside had gone soft and orange by the time the whiskey really sank in. My head felt loose and my mouth kept moving even when I tried to shut it. Julian’s hand still rested heavy on my thigh, higher than before, and every time I shifted the denim rubbed my cock in a way that made it harder to think straight.

“I’m not gay,” I said, the words coming out thicker than I meant. “You know that. I’ve always said it. But fuck it. I could try. Just once. To see. Get it out of my head or whatever. One time and then I know.”

Julian...