“I just…” Peter sucked in a breath and let it out. He had only said this twice, and both of those times it had been to what you might call a sympathetic audience. “I’m gay.” “You’re gay,” Caleb repeated. “Yeah, I’m, er, I like men.” “I know what gay means,” Caleb snapped. “Why are you telling me this?” “Because we’re spending the night in the same room and I know that not everybody would be comfortable.”
