Downright


It had been fine, he had thought, perceiving the Count's sister as downright hot and sexy… and pretty innocent and honest, too; what the Count, he insisted, was not, regardless of Jill's trust and her occasional teases.

Well, the Countess… Hell, he would have taken her out on a date, had she remained in LA for a longer period of time, even if D, who'd already shown the over-protectiveness characteristic of older brothers with their younger sisters, downright opposed.

After she had left the city, he constantly had her on his mind, generally ignoring his previously beloved posters… Until her physical similarities to her brother had her exchanged for the Count, in dreams and while conscious. That was downright creepy!

One night, months after he had stopped being able to picture any woman in his fantasies, he lay awake on his bed, staring at the bare ceiling, at the bare walls… He had not been able to keep up with the lie. He had known it would end like this, some day, what with D's ambiguous way of being, the way he looked and the way he flirted.

Still, he still downright refused to accept it…

He. Was. NOT. Gay.


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