Asking for a Friend
“She said I wasn’t her boyfriend, so there was no reason to tell me.”
“Ouch,” Craig winced, sighing as he yanked his beanie off his head and ran his hand through his hair before shoving it back on. “I think I kind of get it, though.”
“Get what?” I frowned, annoyed. I didn’t fucking get it at all.
Craig’s expression turned pensive. He stared at the buildings behind me before sliding his gaze back to mine. “My mom was a single mom. She was crazy protective over me, stupidly so at times.”