“Oooh. Looks like Yoga Boy has an admirer.” 

“Oh?” 

Nate swiveled his chair away from his desk and stood, looking over the shoulder of the woman who was watching the security feeds. The young woman pointed to the monitor that displayed the feed from the entryway camera. There, indeed, was Brodi standing in the entryway, leaning against the wall. He felt a familiar tug and immediately sat down next to her, watching the monitor with concern. 

“If she’s an admirer, he doesn’t exactly look comfortable with it.” 

The woman beside him smirked. “Is that instinct speaking, or jealousy?” 

Nate smirked at her jab. “Maybe a little of both.” 

Morit was one of the few people who knew he was bisexual, a...

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