“You are gay, aren’t you?” he asks suddenly, sounding vaguely irritated. I find myself biting back a smile. “No.” “Ah.” A short little sound, but it’s bursting with… I don’t know. Would it be sheer fantasy to call his flat, metallic tone disappointment? I try and fail to slow down my heart, to snuff out the sparks glittering in my blood. “I do like men.”
