I’m straight, and he’s a man I hardly know. I have no business getting jealous. Yet here I am… The dare was innocent enough—find a guy in a bar, act interested, and get his phone number. So I went and did just that. But here’s the thing about phones—they ring sometimes, and you might just find yourself entangled in a very heated and flirty conversation with someone you’re not supposed to be attracted to. That was me and Shawn until I finally came clean and told him I was straight. We laughed it off, and that was supposed to be it. Until I saw him at the bar again, with another man, and my blood started to boil. And suddenly, there was a whole different dare for me to consider. This is a stand-alone GFY erotic story, and it involves explicit, hot gay content, intended for mature readers only. All characters are adults.