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“What?” I ask.
“All of that and you don’t want to have sex with her?”
“Oh no. I do. I really,reallydo.”
“And she’s staying at your house and you haven’t done anything?”
I shake my head.
She sighs, grinning. “She’s scared of falling for you. She thinks if she can make it just about sex that it will put boundaries up and keep her safe.”
I nod, letting that sink in.
“And you, my boy, know you could fall for her. You know that if you have sex with her, those boundaries will become obsolete. Because when you love,you love—hence, our standing weekly lunch date.”
Oof.I sit back in my chair and feel the room spin around me.
Although I kind of suspected something along these lines, I hadn’t thought about it in those words. But Gloria makes sense … but could I really fall for Sara? Haven’t I already worked out that she’s not the right fit for me?
You know that if you have sex with her, those boundaries will become obsolete.
I am afraid of that.
My phone buzzes on the table. Grateful for the interruption, I slide it to me.
“I’m going to use the little girl’s room,” Gloria says, getting up.
One of my money transfer apps lights up on the screen.
“That’s weird,” I say, picking up the phone.
Request from *KixxDaddy for the amount of $50.00 for T-ball registration fee, glove, and practice pants.
“What the fuck is this?” I reread it and then pull up my texts.
Me: Did you just request $50 from me?
Dad: It worked!
Me: Were you just experimenting or what?
Dad: No.
Me: I’m confused. I played T-ball twenty years ago.
Dad: I know. I’ll get to the more recent stuff. Had to pick a starting point.
Me: ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?
Dad: Geez, settle down. I’m not adjusting for inflation.
I switch text chains.
Me: Who taught Dad how to request money?
Jess: Me. Why?
Foxx has silenced notifications.
