He reached up to stroke my head. “The light makes your hair look even blonder. It almost sparkles.” Moving his hand down to my arm, he met my eyes again. “I don’t know if you’re gay. I don’t know if you’re bi.” He paused, apparently waiting for me to say something. When I didn’t, he went on. “I do know you’re hot as hell. I know you haven’t pulled your arm away, and I know you’re open-minded.”
