Chapter 92: MIMICKING DAMIAN

“No, you idiot.” Slapping my hand across my forehead, “I'm not gay.” I leaned against the door frame, my arms crossed over the plain white t-shirt I had decided to wear that day.

“Yes, which is why you have feelings for Natasha and can't get her out of your head.” Getting up from the floor where he had been lying to beg me, he dusted off the specks of dust that resided on his blue hoodie.

So far, I have seen him wear this hoodie almost every day. Gerald claims it was his favorite because it had the inscription of a man applying red lipgloss.

Scowling at him, “Don't say a thing like that if you still value your tongue, Gerald.” My head tilted to the side, “I'm afraid I would be forced to take away your privilege to speak, if care is not taken.”

“Ha. You neither accepted nor denied what I said. It's probably for the best because denial is a dangerous problem, in the game of love.” Wearing a bemused look his butt met with my couch once again.