In a small town like ours, you’re either straight or you keep your mouth shut.
Being gay would be dirty.
Touching the guy who’s been your stepbrother since you were three would be dirty.
Falling in love with him would be even worse.
I protect him because it’s my job.
I resist him because I have to.
But when one night leads to two and two nights lead to more, lines are blurred and morals are tossed and my sanity takes a walk.
Now we’re risking everything we have for something we know we shouldn’t want.
And the only thing we’ll have left is each other.
