Well, now I’m kinda hot and bothered.
“So,” I quickly said, “I have a question. Can you wanna be kissed by a guy and not be gay?”
Jon kind of c****d his head. “Maybe. Everything’s possible.” He let that lay and changed the subject. “Any friends in dance class?”
“The other dancers seem to like me. I’ve gotten to know them some. At least I know their names. I never got to know anybody at my ballet school in Salt Lake.”
“Where do you study here?”
Not a word about that last statement. Doesn’t he wanna know why I didn’t have any friends in ballet in Salt Lake?
I answered his question. “At Fortuna Dance. I’m in the Advanced class.”
“I know that school. It’s near my house. I pass by it every day. And you’re in Advanced class? I thought that was only for dancers older than you. You must be
