Hunter tipped back the rest of his beer as Rachel steered the conversation to its inevitable conclusion; she wasn't the first person who had given him this sort of advice. With a hard swallow, he set the bottle aside and crossed his arms over his chest, curling in on himself a little.
"I'm not questioning anymore," he said, looking directly into Rachel's eyes so she could see how serious he was being. "It's not a matter of wondering if I want him or her. The answer is yes in both cases, and to the full of extent of that word. I want friendship, I want romance, I want that connection, emotional and physical. The attraction is definitely there."
Hunter tipped his head down, pausing a moment before lifting his eyes and continuing. "That is exactly the problem. When I'm with Quinn I feel like I've been spinning around and around and the world is flying behind me a million miles an hour. My stomach goes fluttery and my chest gets tight and I want to lift her up in my arms and twirl her with me.
"And then I'll go home and Sebastian will bring home dinner and we'll laugh and talk and watch terrible television and he'll reach over to hold my hand and it feels like I've grabbed a live wire. He makes my heart beat like I just sprinted a hundred yards. It's intense with him, this dense feeling of want. But it's not just that, it's not lust."
He shook his head again, laughing darkly at himself. "It's stupid, I know, to think I could love them both. But I don't know, Rachel. I think maybe I'm well on my way to exactly that."