When You Come Back to Me (Lost Boys 2)

“Your secret is safe with me,” he whispered. Then his lips parted—I couldn’t tear my eyes from his mouth—and he inhaled slowly and blew out the flame.

The darkness washed over me, breaking me from whatever fucking voodoo this guy was working on me. I got up off the floor and pushed my way to the door, unable to keep from slamming it open and storming out.

“Fucking asshole,” I spat and strode through the room, drawing attention. Making a scene.

Shit.

I sucked in deep breaths and tapped the keg for another cup as Chance, Donte, and some guys followed me into the kitchen.

“What was all that about?” Donte asked.

“Did the new guy try something on you?” Chance asked, chugging laughter.

“Yeah, get a little action you weren’t ready for?” another guy, Mikey Grimaldi, asked with even more glee. As if consent were a big joke.

I could’ve made up any story I wanted. Whether it was true or not, they’d kick the shit out of Holden for no other reason than I told them to.

“Nah, it’s nothing,” I said, taking a long sip of beer. “He shoots off at the mouth and I’m not in the mood for it. It’s all good.”

The guys absorbed this, and because I was their king, they accepted it without question. But how far would that acceptance stretch?

Who else knows you’re gay?

The question was a flare sparking in a pitch-black night or a bomb dropped into a dark pit, shaking the foundation and threatening the entire edifice.

I watched the guys—my supposed friends—laugh and joke as if nothing had changed.

Because it hasn’t, I told myself fiercely. Not one damn thing.

And yet the image of green eyes watching me—seeing me—over the flicker of flame wouldn’t snuff out, no matter how much beer I tried to drown it in.

It’d taken less than seven minutes, but everything had changed.

Chapter Four

“That…” I said to the empty closet, “was a dick move.”

I flipped my Zippo open and shut, over and over, a strange energy vibrating through me. It intensified when I recalled River’s face and how it froze in abject fear when I’d asked my question. Fear that had quickly softened to confusion and something else. Something that looked suspiciously like relief.

I hadn’t expected that. I was sure I was fucking with a straight boy.

But what if I wasn’t?

My little black heart stuttered at the idea that I might’ve touched a nerve River didn’t even know he had. Putting him on the spot like that was…

“Wrong,” I muttered. “It was wrong and now I have to apologize. Ugh, I hate that.”

On the plus side, apologizing meant I had an excuse to talk to River again.

Beg forgiveness.

On my knees…

“Down, boy,” I s

aid, wagging a finger at my crotch. Shit, I was drunk.

I started to pull myself off the floor when Evelyn entered the closet on a cloud of feminine hormones and girly perfume, killing my hard-on immediately. I sank back down, my head lolling against the wall.