It’s not a cut and dry decision.
It never has been.
Sure, myfamiliaunderstands.
They’ve proven that ten times over.
They’re in the house right now, entering additional examples into evidence.
It’s notthemthat is the concern.
It’s thepublic.
Society.
High societyat that.
And those are – unfortunately – hard to dispute facts.
Whether I introduce statics or firsthand testimony, it won’tlandin my favor in the court of wealthy public reception.
That’s the main shit I have to constantly consider.
Image is so much in my world.
Even when I wish it weren’t.
Andmy imagewouldn’t allow myself to be openly seen dating a man let alone a man as well as a woman at the same timeinthe same relationship.
“Or it’s nice ‘til I realize I wasn’t eveninvitedto have my ballsincludedin the algorithm,” he bitterly remarks, once more reminding me that sharing someone isn’t out of the question for him at all.
ThatI’mthe obstacle.
That I’ve alwaysbeenthe obstacle.
“Look,” Zero quickly states with a shake of the head, “that shit’s not why I’m here.”
“Sounds like that’s why you’re here.”
“Okay, my guy, fair-”
“More than fair.”
“Fine, but it’s not.”
“Then why?”Folding my arms across my button up dress shirt occurs between sentences.“Whyare you on my parents’ porch begging-”
“I didn’t beg.”
“You begged.”
“I asked.”
“Youforcefullyasked linking it to the definition of begging.”
“You know the dictionary.com def off the top of your head?”
“It’d be borderline malpractice not to.”
