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Wyatt didn’t stay as long as he wanted with Izzy in his trailer. He left after a few more kisses, his head spinning with how good they felt, and how right it sounded when Izzy called him a pretty girl. When Izzy called Wyatthispretty girl. There was nothing degrading in those words, not the way that Izzy said them, and Wyatt had felt himself unfurl toward Izzy like a flower seeking sunlight, warmth flooding through him.
“I might be a boy again tomorrow,” he’d said when he left, biting his lip.
“Yeah?” Izzy had shown him that sharp grin of his. “Hottest fucking boy I ever saw too.”
And Wyatt had laughed, because he’d shown Izzy all the parts of himself that he’d kept hidden for so long, and Izzy still wanted him, and how crazy was that? How amazing was that?
Wyatt could hardly keep the skip out of his step when he headed home.
Patty threw him an apple as he passed her, and a knowing smile that made his face burn and wonder just how much she knew.
“That smile suits you, starshine!”
And Wyatt flushed and laughed, because whatever these feelings were inside of him—happiness, and hope, and maybe even love—they were too big to hold inside his body.
