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It took four months for me to finally tell him I was in love with him. We were seated in his car and it was raining. He didn't answer and I started mentally kicking myself in the ass. "I don't love you, Hunter." he finally said it. I was embarrassed. If it wasn't raining so bad and I hadn't planned on staying the night at his house I would have bolted right then. His words cut through me like a knife. They stabbed at my heart like broken glass. He gripped my hand and I pulled away as if his hands were on fire. I wanted to cry. I didn't though. I had to remain strong. "I love fucking you and doing drugs with you but I don't love you. I'm straight, you know that." I said nothing. He drove back to his place and we went inside. The bed called our names as the thunder got louder. We cuddled up, our lips brushing against each other as we kissed. Only then did I cry.