All through my way home I couldn't help but ponder if I wasn't the one who got tricked instead of it being the other way round. I mean, I don't think a gay guy kisses a woman the way that he did. Maybe I'm just overthinking this like I usually do. It shouldn't bother me, I'd not be seeing him any time soon and if I do, we probably won't recognize each other. So it's fine. I thought to myself.
On getting home, I find my dad sitted on my bed, head bowed.
I was feeling a thousand emotions that I couldn't really understand, but there was no denying the swam of butterflies in my stomach. Even in the deem light of my room he looked eye catching.
If things weren't so complicated I probably would have showed how excited I was to see him or jump his bones on sight. But of cause, I didn't go th
