Britney’s words had seemed so convincing when she had talked to him, but the more Brandon thought about it, the more unbelievable they seemed. The concept of Wilson possibly having feelings for him seemed so far-fetched. Laughable.
Brandon still couldn’t stop thinking about it over the weekend, overanalyzing every word, every look, and every touch. He knew he was obsessing. He knew he was being kind of pathetic, searching for any sign that his sister might be correct.
To be fair, there were things about Wilson’s behaviour that had made him wonder sometimes. He’d had s*x only with Brandon for months, not even glancing at other people—beautiful women—with any interest. There was also the fact that he sometimes seemed kind of possessive of him. Or the fact that he had actually listened to B
