I want you to eat another hot dog

"I want you to eat another hot dog..." I mutter quietly.

"A-another one? Umm...okay?" Rose giggles as she says that, then stands up to walk to the fridge.

I get up and grab her arm, stopping her. I look into her eyes.

"No, Rose. A different kind of hot dog."

She just stares at me. Then she looks down at my stiffening pants.

"Oh." She whispers

"You do like guys, don't you?" I ask impatiently. I was eager for us to start.

"No actually." Rose responded. "But...when I'm with you...I feel..."