Chapter 50. My Fight

CHARLOTTE

My head shot up that instant.

His expression wasn’t angry, but hurt—like my words had cracked something inside him.

He stepped closer, his voice gentler now.

“Is this… because of what happened last night?”

Heat rushed to my cheeks. I don’t want to talk about last night how can I escape this?

I looked up and noticed his lips twitched into a sad half-smile.

“I know I failed you last night. It took you so much courage to ask me to kiss you… to be your first and… I couldn’t get it up, and you got mad at me, Right? It’s understandable and I am a sorry excuse for a man.”

I froze.

My throat closed up.

I had to say something.

“No—that’s not true,” I replied immediately.

“What’s not true?” He asked.

I looked down.

“You are the best man I have known. A father, a brother, a friend…”

“But not a lover…” he added.

I stare up at him and swallowed tightly.

“Do you still think I am gay?”