Actually, in a non-ace way, I could relate just by being gay. I remembered the times I’d tried hard to be straight after Mami and Papi had caught me in bed with a boy during my ninth-grade year. It didn’t matter how minimal the s****l experience had been. Being forced to live a certain way, largely influenced by religious views, had led me to do better in school to afford going away for college and living on my own. If only I could’ve taken our cat with me, but the dorms didn’t allow pets.
To this day, Mami and Papi rarely talked to me, and I rarely talked to them. Was it the same with Logan? He never mentioned family, and I didn’t want to come across as nosy. There was so much more to learn about him, but that was partly what dating was for.
I parked behind his pickup, and he waved me t
