#Chapter43
My dad? Well, he had never had much in regards to expectations when it came to Oz. With me, it was different. I was his 'safe kid', as he so sweetly put It after Oz had come out to him.
/"I'm not gay, Blake,/" I said softly, blinking hard against the sting of emotion. /"But I- I kissed him and it felt — /" I shook my head, sneering. /"It felt good. Fuck. I like girls, okay. Not guys. But he's different and I don't know what it means or what to do and every time we kiss I feel I'm doing something wrong, like I'm going fucking crazy./"
A stunned look was my reply.
/"Am I crazy?/" I whispered, hugging the cushion a little closer.
