"Bryce, do you like Hera?" Max's voice penetrated through Bryce's dark hazel world, and he straightened himself to look at Max, whose eyes were fixated on him.
Does he like Hera? Does he even know what that word means? All he knew was that he wanted her close to him. He didn't like it when he saw her with someone else that's not him. He was overly protective and jealous when she was in the company of another man. He loved seeing her laugh; her smile seemed to warm his heart for some reason, and even though he didn't want to think about her, he couldn't help but do the exact opposite. Does that count as liking someone?
"Bryce, I cannot help you if you hold back from telling me exactly what's going on with you. Do you like Hera or not?" Max repeated and watched closely to see his friend's reaction.
Damn! Hera was good, and he'd give her that. She had managed to thaw his best friend's frozen heart and had somehow managed to break through his thick barriers.
"I don't know," he blurted out at last and fell back into his chair with an exasperated sigh.
"Alright then, I'll make it easier for you. When was the last time you had sex?" he questioned with a straight face.
"And what does that have to do with any of this?" Bryce grumbled, feeling frustrated. He had come to his best friend for help, and the idiot kept on asking him twenty-one questions as though he was in an interview or something.
"Everything!" Max primed in a firm voice. "You answering this question would solve a whole lot of problems and probably make you realize that you may or may not like Hera."