Alex
This had been a terrible mistake.
He couldn’t drive, and it had been wishful thinking to presume he ever would be able to. No matter how much he wanted to, not least because it would make him less screwed up and therefore, in his fantasy world, maybe Tom would be interested in him as a boyfriend instead of a friend with benefits.
“…and this one controls the headlights,” finished Tom. Apparently he’d been giving the rundown on his truck while Alex quadruple-guessed himself.
“Go through that one more time?”
Wonderful. Space out on the basics, Alex, that’s a great way to show that you can handle driving.
Tom wasn’t fazed, and pointed to various protrusions in turn. “Gear shifter is here, blinkers here, this is the windshield wiper control, and this one controls the headlights.”
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