I used to have a very simple life; swim. train, win. Avoid distractions. Being straight.
Then Luca Alvarez showed up in my lane; he’s fast, annoying, way too confident, and for some reason, has a tiny tattoo on his thigh that I definitely did not spend an entire night overthinking. Apparently it’s a bisexual pride flag. Which is… cool. Totally cool. Does not affect me at all.
Except now I can’t stop noticing things, like his broad shoulders, his muscular back. His mouth. The way he looks at me like he knows something I don’t. Now we’re sharing a lane, my teammates won’t shut up about our “tension,” and Luca keeps asking questions I’m not ready to answer. Like why I keep staring at him, or why I didn’t pull away when he kissed me.
I’m not gay.
Probably.
Okay, I don’t know.
What I do know is that this was supposed to be just swimming.Now it’s something else.
Something hotter and messier.
