Not until last summer had we ever acted on it, but shortly after we secretly swore to never let it happen again. I finished the beer. Porn sex Natalie, who had just passed Dom and the girl, placed a cup filled to the brim with an orange-red concoction in my hand—I knew it would taste sickly sweet but would get the job done nonetheless. Seven of our fraternity brothers had decided to cut Friday classes to head to the desert park for a long weekend of rock climbing, scrambling, and, of course, heavy drinking. He was the kind of guy you could text in the morning, and hear nothing back until later that evening. I peered over my shoulder to my right, seeing Dom’s face still smiling and looking forward across the table at Ryan and Jack. He didn’t. It was obvious he was intoxicated, and for the first time, I felt awkward talking to him. Maybe it was because it was clear he was avoiding the massive elephant in the room that was my ‘coming out,’ maybe it was just the natural outcome of me realizing I wanted more in our relationship.
