Chapter 19“Tell me everything,” Harper said when she swept into the house like a tornado.
“There’s not much to tell,” Wyatt said, but she eked it out of him anyway over the course of the afternoon, holed up in his bedroom with a container of chocolate mint ice-cream and a pack of Oreos. Harper liked to crumble them up and mix them through her melted ice-cream and then drink the whole thing from her bowl, which was gross as hell. Wyatt ate his ice-cream and Oreos separately, like nature and God intended.
He told her about Paris, and about figuring out he was genderfluid—and maybe not figuring it out as much as actually admitting to himself what he’d known for a while—and about Izzy.
“Did you sleep with him?” Harper asked.
Wyatt flushed. “That’s private!”
“That’s a yes, then,” Harper sa
