#Chapter113
Oz's eyes went huge. /"I knew it! I swore you were gay! You are, right Eyes? That would be so great cuz then you would stop being mad at Blake for being gay./"
I wished I were a creature as simple as Oz. It would have made my life so much easier.
/"No./" I scowled at Oz, who faltered but didn't seem convinced.
I felt Deacon's eyes on me. /"What does he mean by that?/"
Now it was my turn to blush. I glared at my ex-best friend but he seemed unapologetic; he almost seemed satisfied.
/"I told him about . . . pet names,/" I finished lamely. /"That night we met at the bar./"
/"He told me you were a kinky bastard and had him singing for Daddy./"
I froze, waiting for Deacon to get mad. He didn't. He laughed.
And he claimed he didn't understand me? He was the fucking enigma-rolled freak!
