#Chapter43-04
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. f**k. 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 f*****g crazy."
A stunned look was my reply.
"Am I crazy?" I whispered, hugging the cushion a little closer.
"No." Blake shook his head. "Definitely not. Honestly, I spent a long time being disgusted with myself. Every time I would look at a guy and think that th
