#Chapter90
/"I don't . . ../" There it was again. That bitter reminder of just how little people I could turn to, despite all the names popping up on my phone. /"Thanks, but I'm not gay. I'm not confused. I don't need your help. I was drunk. End of fucking story./"
He nodded as though he had been expecting that. /"The offer is there either way. It doesn't expire./"
/"Thanks./" The word felt awkward in my mouth. /"Can I ask you something?/"
/"Of course./"
There were so many questions on my mind. Choosing just one, or which one I wanted to ask first, turned out to be a struggle. Did I ask him about the Daddy thing? Did I ask him why the fuck he was being so damn calm about everything? Instead, I chose the one that had been bugging me all day.
/"What did your mom mean? Earlier, back when I was in the shop?/"
