#Chapter34
/"Yes,/" she admitted. Her eyes were like the sun, bright and forceful, a gravitational force that pried all truths from me; there was no denying. /"I suspected that Blake liked you. The way he would look at you . . . I honestly don't know how you and Isaac are so clueless. But, I suppose boys can be to these things./"
/"He . . . he — we did kisses./" Lower lip trembling, it was impossible to say where the sudden urge to cry manifested itself from, but sensing the rising distress, Milo wiggled back over to me, dropping his head back onto my lap after stealing a lick at the back of my hand.
/"It's okay, Ozzy. Don't be scared. I just wanted to apologise to you if I ever made you feel as though you couldn't tell me./" Her hand reached out, brushing against my cheek. Such a tender touch, my head buckled beneath it, and like Milo, I nuzzled into it.
/"You knew I was — you — you knew I was gay?/" I managed to get out when the limb retreated.
