“No. No way. That can’t be right.”

Maya’s voice cracked in the thick heat. She stared at Collins’s cock like it had personally betrayed her. Sweat slid down between her bare breasts. Her nipples were tight from the steam and something sharper.

“You never looked. Not once. We changed in front of you for years. I sat on your lap in a towel. Ann walked around naked in your kitchen last month and you just handed her a water bottle. Gay guys don’t get hard for that. They don’t.”

Collins’s face burned hotter than the sauna. He grabbed the edge of the wooden bench hard enough that his knuckles went...