Sexuality was never something Carl had to think about. He likes girls, loves them. He never questioned that before. Until he met you. You made things complicated, because for the first time ever, he felt attraction, for a man. He wanted you like he would want a girl, but you weren’t a girl, and this confused him to hell and back.

He was in the living room, sitting on the sofa. It was late at night, and he was just sitting, thinking. Mostly about you. That’s when you walked in.