He didn’t know why he was so angry. Yes, Hunter had bailed on their friendship, but Devon had been the one to let things go too far. And hell, all Hunter had done was taken the advice Devon had given him originally. Devon had told him that if he was bisexual then to choose the other side—find a girl. He’d told Hunter that if he had a choice, to not to ruin everything with his family. Devon had been there, and he wouldn’t wish that kind of alienation on anyone. A crappy family was sometimes better than none. But part of him had started to hope that Hunter would choose him anyway. It’d been a stupid, young-love notion. “Why did you get in the car that night? Where were you going?” Devon asked. Hunter shifted in the seat next to him, not looking his way. “I couldn’t sleep. And all I could think about was how unfair it all was. I had all these mixed-up feelings for you. You were my best friend. But there was this attraction.
