"I don't want a girlfriend." James huffed as he went over to the bed and dramatically flopped on it, making a frustrated whiny noise as he covered his face with his hands. He was in hell. This was hell. He rejected him all those times and now he finally woke up, realised his feelings and he was doomed to never score because Hartley thought he was too straight to ever be into him. He was such a dumbass.

"I want you."