I froze beneath the contact, staring at him wide-eyed. He threw me back an innocent look.

"Your brother seems happy. I really don't think he's being forced into doing something he doesn't want to do. I think you should be more concerned with yourself."

"Myself?" I asked.

Deacon nodded. "Your brother knows what he wants. He's accepted himself. I think you need to do the same. Did — have you figured out whether the kiss meant anything yet? Or have you managed to come up with a thousand different excuses as to why it didn't?"

"It wasn't helpful," I concluded at last. "I mean, I still like kissing girls. I've...