Pete’s best friend was a handsome man named Bryan. They had met in college, and when Pete first introduced us, I was sure he and Bryan were a couple. Pete and I weren’t exclusive then, and he did say he was bi.
And Bryan was definitely gay.
He had all-American good looks—dirty blonde hair cut in a conservative style, dark brown eyes, and a perpetual tan. Bryan was Pete’s height, around the same age, too, and they met in a Biology lecture class their freshman year. Pete swore up and down nothing ever really happened between them, but I knew about the night shortly after we started dating when Bryan got drunk and showed up at Pete’s dorm room to force his friend to choose between him or me. Pete played it off—stuck Bryan in the shower fully dressed in an effort to sober him up, then held h
