Again, he blinked, his expression impassive. “Well, yeah. But I don’t care about every straight guy—only the ones who aren’t really straight. Like you.” I hissed through my teeth, recoiling from the hero as if he’d punched me. “Fuck you, Zion,” I spat, turning away from him to wrench open the door. “Mmm, I wish,” he crooned behind me. “Whenever you’re ready, beautiful.”
