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know I’d been avoiding him? I looked at the field, totally aware of Trey staring at me.
    “Ah, don’t worry about it,” he said, taking my hand and leading me across the gred ass field. “But I have to say, I’m glad to be on your team and not against you. We’ll kick some major ass together.”
    His words brought back the memory of that hockey final, sophomore year. I suppressed a shudder, and ignored the slither of fear that came with it. Why had he done it? Did he ever think about it? Feel bad about it.
    A still angry part of me wanted to break contact with him— but it was harder to do than I thought, because my hand nestled in his felt pretty much perfect, like it belonged there or something. And, I mean—whoa, was this normal drunken behavior? He was holding my hand! I stopped moving, frowning at our hands before quickly pulling mine away, thoughts whirling through my mind.
He faced me, frustration evident on his face. “What?”
    I straightened my back, and concentrated on his broad right shoulder. “I’m just…I mean… Doesn’t it bother you being around me? Touching me? I mean you know I’m gay.” Although he already knew it, it still made me nervous to say.
“No,” Trey said almost staunchly. “It doesn’t.”
    I looked up to search his expression for sincerity or something, but he averted his gaze. After a moment, he coughed, and spat on the grass. “Let’s head back, man. It’s getting cold.”
    After walking the long way back (we were avoiding the brick paths), it’d just passed midnight. Since the sports ground, Trey hadn’t touched me once, and I missed the contact. I shouldn’t have said anything. I’d made him think about it now. Or maybe he thought I didn’t like it and was just respecting that? God I hoped…so, or not? I shook my fuzzy head as if it would bring me some sense and clarity. No such luck.
    Back in our room, I did a drunken clean up, chucking the rubbish in the bin and moving the whiskey onto Trey’s side table. Then, exhausted, I made a quick trip to the bathroom before stripping to my boxers and sliding under the bed covers.
    Trey flicked off the lights and his bed groaned as he jumped in. I tried to get comfortable to sleep, but—do I have to spell this out? Trey was right there and awake.
    “Shane?” he whispered, and I flipped onto my back. “Yeah?” “Can I ask you something?” You already are.“Sure.” “It’s personal.” I hesitated. “Uh, okay?” He took a deep breath. “How did you know?”
    I stiffened and exhaled slowly. I was pretty sure I knew what he meant, but just in case--“Know what?”
“You surely can be doofus sometimes,” Trey said, humor evident in his tone before it turned serious. “I mean, how did you know you were gay?”
    Why did he want to know? Why wouldn’t he? I’d have been curious too, if I were him. Sure, I could tell him, it was no big deal. But—I probably shouldn’t tell himexactlyhow I knew. “I, uh…Well…” I took another breath and started again. “Guys turn me on?” Was that enough? “And I, ah, have never got hard with a girl unless I was thinking of a guy.”
    “Hmmm.” Hmmmm, what the hell did that mean? “So you’ve been with girls before?”
    I twisted in the blankets and faced Trey. As I’d only hurriedly pulled the curtains, enough light from outside filtered in to outline Trey’s profile. He stared at the ceiling, his arms hooked under his sleeping pillow (the others were piled on the floor). Without moving, he flicked his eyes in my direction, acknowledging the fact he was aware I watched him.
    I rose up on one elbow, but the room began to move so back down I went. “I’ve been with one girl before. I thought maybe I just needed the opportunity and something would click. It didn’t.”
“And what about that friend fella of yours?”
    I swallowed the excess saliva that pooled in my mouth thanks to my nerves. Although why I should be nervous of this conversation I had no