Chapter 2

But with his heavy eyebrows and fleshy lips, Bobby wasn’t really Logan’s type. Logan was still young enough not to know what his type was exactly, but he suspected Neanderthal wasn’t it. Now Chad, on the other hand…

Logan shook his head to clear it and gave his best friend a winning grin. “Chad, it’s cool. Really. I sort of figured it out.”

Relief flooded Chad’s face. “You did? You mean, you know?”

“Well, how many straight guys really like to pal around with a queer?” Logan nudged him playfully and winked. His own sexuality was no secret. Hell, kids in their class still talked about that kiss with Bobby.

Chad frowned slightly. His dark eyes clouded, and a strand of damp strawberry blond hair dropped down in front of them.

Logan reached out and tucked the strand back behind Chad’s ear. “Really, it’s fine. Wrestling turns me on, too. Why do you think I do it? It’s not like I’m going to get a scholarship or something out of it, you know? I’m not thatgood.”