How Can They Tell?

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”What are you looking at?”
I startled at the sound of Adam’s voice and threw myself over the mouse in an attempt to close the window before he could see it. My mouth dry as sawdust. I felt more than heard him come up behind me. What if he’d seen it?
“Don’t tell me you were ogling that photo again.” I froze, but Adam seemed oblivious. “Go find a real man instead. You’re into leather?”
I turned around. “Y-You know I-I’m gay?”
He rolled his eyes. “Everyone...