Out of Nowhere (Middle of Somewhere #2)

by Roan Parrish

Jesus. Rafe glances down at the front of my jeans and his smile turns predatory. “Careful, Colin.”

And I hate it. I hate that he made me feel so good and then I probably made him feel like shit. I hate that I just had the best fucking orgasm of my life and then I ruined it. I hate that I wanted to kiss Rafe’s neck and instead I’m freaking out. I hate it. I hate myself for fucking it all up. I hate myself for being such a mess that I can’t even get off without wanting to punch myself in the face.

“You’re fucking mine. Do you hear me?”

Then Daniel came out and it was like you hated him. You made it your mission to shit on everything that made him happy. Anytime anything about him being gay came up, you stomped on it in a total panic. And Jesus save him if he said anything about it in front of Pop. It’s like you thought you needed to protect Pop from it all, like he was the kid and Daniel was the one doing something nasty.”

“I don’t…. If you’re… if you… but then why were you so mean to Dan? Why did you…?”

“But… but I was horrible to him. I was fucking horrible to him because I thought that’s what you wanted! You were always so miserable and it was, like, the only thing I could do that seemed to make you feel

better was tease him. And so I-I-I did. And now… you—and…. Fuck!”

“If Rafe’s what you want, then you have to fight for him the way you’d fight someone who was trying to take something away from you. You know how to fight. You’ve just got to figure out what are the right moves to win this one.”