Volatile
Welcome to Black Diamond Resort and Spa… and my exile…
A guy in a skirt wouldn’t turn a straight guy on, right?
I spent the last decade performing next to him.
I’ve never looked at him as more—until I walked in on him in a skirt.
He’s as broken as I am. We survived our childhood together. And when he’s finally trying to embrace the parts his father tried to beat out of him, I can’t handle it.
He’s taunting me with smeared eye-liner and a filthy smile, singing to a sold-out crowd, and it’s getting too hot under these stage lights.
I can’t look him in the eyes.
I can’t be with him—not like that—but I can’t stop thinking about him.
He's pushing me over the edge.
Now we’re banished to this forsaken celebrity timeout—to play emotional chicken—and he’s determined to make sure I lose.
He’ll push every button I possess until I give in.
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