‘No!’ Ryker’s voice echoes around us, an angry growl.
‘Then what?’ I demand, ‘because right now I feel like your dirty little secret, someone you are ashamed of and . . .’ I swallow hard, blinking back tears, ‘I don’t like feeling like this’ I whisper. ‘I am not in the closet, Ryker, I never was, and being with you? Hiding like this? It makes me feel like I am. I don’t know what you want from me? Are you expecting me to sit around and wait for you to want to spend time with me?’ I ask bluntly. ‘pretend that you don’t have a gay friend that you like to make out with? Am I just supposed to stand in the shadows until you get bored and move on?’
I fist a few leaves in my hand, the brittle material crumbling to dust in my palm. ‘I have other friends, Ryker. I’m blowing off people who care abo
