“So. Bisexual?” “I guess,” Liam shrugs, his face twisted in discomfort as he palms the back of his neck. His face kind of reminds me of how he acted when his friend saw us at the diner. He doesn’t like talking about his sexuality, which is fair, but I don’t like the way it eats at me. I’m gay. I have a dick. He’s here to use that dick, so the least he could do is fucking admit he likes said dick.
