Father, Please.
I rub my face with my palm, we never discussed the terms of our relationship, or whatever it was, but surely one person having feelings when the other did not ruined good stuff like this?
“I don’t think so, we are just friends.” That wants to fuck.
“Hey, relax, don’t freak out on me.”
“How can I? This could ruin everything I worked for. Why did I have to love him? Why did he have such lovable eyes?”
She chuckled,
“I was scared you weren’t a fan of love.”
“Like you? You did say love was bullshit.”
She studies me for a second,
“The name is Honey, from the WeTube account HoneyonMike?”