“And as much as I’d like to believe you’re bisexual, I don’t know that, and I just want to be realistic, because I know the only reason you asked me to prom is because Wynonna talked to you, and you felt bad about the past month, but you shouldn’t have to feel so bad that you have to pretend that you like me—”

“Ezra!”

I shut my mouth. Closed it airtight.

“Wynonna didn’t coerce me into asking you to prom,” she said, clearly hurt. “She didn’t guilt me into it. I asked you because I wanted to ask you. That was my decision. All mine. You think I’m pretending to like you? Ezra, have you ever even thought to ask me if I’m bisexual?”

I had certainly pondered the question about a billion times over the past month. But the thought of actually asking it was always a terrifying nonoption. I’d rather ask a reincarnated Nietzsche what the meaning of life was.

“Are you?” I said.

Imogen shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“Oh.” I couldn’t help but sound a little disheartened.

“But I’m not pretending that I like you. I like you! I just…” She sighed. “I was staring at Kimiko, and I’m sorry. But it’s not like that. I just get a little flustered and discombobulated when I’m around all”—she made an ambiguous gesture toward all of me—“this.”

This?

I glanced down at myself.

Or, I should say, Wynonna’s self.

Oh.

“I like you,” she repeated, “but you’re also wearing my Kryptonite to prom. And I want to separate my feelings for you from my feelings for her because they’re two entirely different feelings. You deserve that much.”

I suddenly felt very stupid. About everything.

“I’ll admit,” said Imogen, “Wynonna is like an adrenaline shot, directly into my heart. She’s wild, and dangerous, and exhilarating. She’s like riding a roller coaster that’s not up to code. But you, Ezra… you’re someone I want to be like. You inspire me. You’re kind, and gentle, and so sincere it hurts. You make my heart melt slowly, like an ice-cream cone on a lazy summer day. And yeah, I don’t know if I’m into guys. But honestly—and I mean this as a humongous compliment, so please don’t take offense—I don’t feel like I’m with a guy when I’m around you. No matter which body you’re in. And I’m sorry for staring at Kimiko, but I promise, it was only because I was trying to get Wynonna out of my head, and I’m sorry you have to deal with this hot mess, but it’s just… it’s hard sometimes. You know?”