#Chapter11-04
"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 f*****g 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 f**k 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
