#Chapter34-04
Oz's eyes went huge. "I knew it! I swore you were gay! You are, right Eyes? That would be so great cuz then you would stop being mad at Blake for being gay."
I wished I were a creature as simple as Oz. It would have made my life so much easier.
"No." I scowled at Oz, who faltered but didn't seem convinced.
I felt Deacon's eyes on me. "What does he mean by that?"
Now it was my turn to blush. I glared at my ex-best friend but he seemed unapologetic; he almost seemed satisfied.
"I told him about . . . pet names," I finished lamely. "That night we met at the bar."
"He told me you were a kinky bastard and had him singing for Daddy."
I froze, waiting for Deacon to get mad. He didn't. He laughed.
And he claimed he didn't understand me? He was the f*****g enigma-rolled freak
