The One Decent Thing (Santa Rafaela, #1)

by Eliot Grayson

Why, why did I always do this to myself, launch into some boring, stupid science thing that nobody in the world cared about? In the most awkward way possible? What gay men do in bed? As an intro to something about physics? This was why I didn’t get laid. This, right here. Well, and the panic attacks. But also this.

there were a lot of other options, but all of them had ‘Danger!’ written all over them in huge block letters. Red letters. Like the kind of sign you’d put on a velociraptor cage.

I want to be with you. I’ve been with girls. Those two things don’t have to contradict each other. There’s plenty of bi dudes in the world, right?”