Yeah, maybe women aren’t the only gender I’m attracted to. Bisexuality is a thing. I mean, Sarah is, so why couldn’t I be too?

Or maybe... it’s just Nathaniel.

Something about him has always made me... intrigued.

As if my mind isn’t confused enough, I’ve got The Flash over here running to the bathroom every time things get a little too close for comfort. I don’t even know what to think. I’m not sure I should even be thinking at all, really. I’m only here in this damn city, stuck in this damn hotel room to propose to my damn ex-girlfriend. This whole thing is turning into a mess.

I run my hands through my hair as I slip my assorted rings over my fingers. I’ve always liked the way the chunky bands look on my fingers. The only rings that don’t come with all these complications and awakenings. I look at my reflection and exhale.

I’m wearing a black sleeveless shirt with wide side holes that expose the tattoos along my ribcage. I thread my fingers through the hair that sits at my temples, the long strands falling in front of my eyes.

Sarah loves my hair.

I wonder if Nathaniel loves it too…wait, what the fuck? Why does my mind constantly revert back to him?

I lean on the sink and take another deep breath.

I don’t know if I can do this. I don’t know if I can face him again with all of these…thoughts.

There’s a knock at the bathroom door, abruptly reminding me that I literally have no choice.

“Hey, you almost done in there, man? We don’t want to miss her this time,” Nathaniel calls through the door.

I look back up and stare into my own blue eyes. At least one of us is excited.

“Yeah,” I mutter.

I swing open the door and come face to face with Nathaniel.

The sight of him hitting me straight in the chest. His outfit looks great and apparently, he thinks the same about mine. His eyes drop quickly from mine to my shoes, then slowly back up. My lips quirk.

I love how unsubtle his eyes are. Always telling on himself.

“Are we going, or…?” I tease.

He rolls his eyes and stalks away from the door. I can’t help but laugh as I follow him.

***

“You’re going to be so hot in the club,” I tease again. He decided to wear a long-sleeve shirt. Hasn’t he ever been to a club before? Oh, wait—probably not. Yet another milestone I’m thankful he gets to experience with me first.

He rolls his eyes. “You should’ve told me to switch back at the hotel. If I die, it’ll be on you.”

“I thought you didn’t want me looking out for you all the time,” I mock.

“I meant don’t make out with my girlfriend, not this!” he laughs.

My eyebrows rise, surprised by his quick, smart mouth. I want to wipe that smile off his face.