Ambiguous by Leslie McAdam

At least that’s what I believed, until I met him.
Julian Hill.
The most famous rock star on the planet. A music god with untidy hair and the voice of an angel.
I’ll never be anything but out, and he has very good reasons to stay in the closet.
After all, every move he makes is dissected, critiqued, and posted on social media, so he just wants a little privacy.
I understand that. Truly.
But no one makes me feel the way he does, and I’m pretty sure he has feelings for me as well.
Which is inconvenient since his record label hired me to sue him.
I should’ve sorted things out before I kissed him.
Oops.