Enemies to lovers
Austin snapped, running a hand through his dark brown hair.
“I said I like you,” Brian replied softly.
“I’m not gay!” Austin shouted, staring at his angry reflection.
“Then give me a chance. Let’s just be friends.”
Austin turned to face the taller man, his eyes locked onto his hazel ones. “I don’t make friends with people who sleep with my girlfriend.” He wiped the tears that fell from his cheek.
Without another word, he stormed off, trying to silence the rapid beating of his heart.
—