I found my father standing in the lobby, holding a tray of coffees. "Hey." He greeted. "I brought you guys some coffee. Thanks for meeting me so early."
"No problem." I told him as we traded things. "Thanks for helping with the room and the car."
"My pleasure, son." He smiled. "Did you boys have a nice night?"
"It was great." I told him. No need to mention that the morning was not so great.
"Good, I'm glad."
"Are you sleeping with Kyle, Dad?" I blurted out. I didn't mean to, it just kind of popped out. I was instantly ashamed of myself and could feel my cheeks flushing from the embarrassment of asking my own father such a personal question.
He gave me an alarmed look, but it quickly shifted to amusement. "What?"
"Are you and Kyle have a secret affair?" I repeated. "Don't lie to me."
