If guys want to be with guys, fine. I just don’t want to see any gay stuff, or be around it.

That’s not homophobia, is it?

Derek is my roommate, so we’re stuck together—

We don’t have to be friends, but we have to get along.

And he’s not “gay,” supposedly. He’s “bi.”

But that doesn’t make me any more comfortable.

I don’t like Derek’s vapid pop music, and he doesn’t like the blast beats and death growls of my metal.

But somehow I can’t stop thinking of that morning he stepped out of our sweatbox shower—

His shoulders rippling, glistening, wreathed in steam.

My pastor back home taught that homosexuality was a sin—

In high school sex-ed they said bisexuality was a delusion—

But I’ve been figuring out there’s a lot that I need to un-learn

And they say college is a time for trying new things...

But what if I’m scared of what I might learn? And what I might feel?

Grab this short and spicy romance with two beds—but only one dorm room!