Mom slaps her hand over my mouth. “If you love me, you will not finish that sentence.”
“What?” I mumble against it.
“I don’t want to hear about your sex life.”
“Eww. Why would I tell you about that?” I shudder at the thought.
“Because you’re a Fisher. You overshare.”
“Hey, we do not!” Dad denies.
“Have you met your mother?” Mom says, turning to look at him. “I do not want to hear about her sex life, but I hear about it regularly.Regularly,Knox.”
“Whoa!” Both of us cover our ears.
“See?” She quirks a brow at us. “Your fault.”
“I’m not an oversharer.”
“Still your genes. I had to hear all about your mother’s new boyfriend and how her old one gave the new woman herpes.”
“Can I burn my ears off?” Dad groans.
“We’re getting off track,” I interrupt.
“Sorry, Graham. We’re listening.” Mom reaches out and takes my hand in hers. “I promise, we won’t interrupt.”
“Uhh…” I scrub a nervous hand over the back of my neck. “It just kind of happened. I didn’t really plan on it, but I met someone who kind of changed the way I saw myself.”
“We love you,” Mom tells me, reaching out and grabbing my free hand. “No matter what. Whoever you love, it doesn’t matter. I hope you know that.”
“I know.” It’s still nice to hear though.
Mom opens her arms and I fall into them in a hug I didn’t know I needed. “Is this what has you so torn up? Telling us?”
“No,” I mumble.
“Then what is it?” Dad asks, squeezing my shoulder.
“I’m in love with Noah.”
“Noah? NoahFieldsNoah?” Dad asks.
“One and the same.”
“Wow.”
“Does Noah know this?” Mom asks.
“No.”
“So what’s the problem then?” Dad asks. “Can’t you just tell him how you feel?”
“That’s the problem. I don’t know how to be out with him. I’m scared.”
I hate how small my voice sounds when I tell them my biggest fear.
“Oh, my sweet boy.” Mom presses a kiss to the top of my head. “I don’t think anyone can decide that for you.”
