Chapter 12
“Do you want another beer?” he asked, rising from the table.
Since I was still fuming over his “joke” and, therefore, at a loss for words, I simply shook my head. He shrugged and headed to the bar while I sat like a volcano ready to erupt. I didn’t want to argue with Alex, especially since we’d just met, but I was angry. He needed to know that if we were going to be friends or family or whatever, he couldn’t just talk to me like I was a piece of shit.
When he returned with another beer, the expression on my face made him pause before sitting. “Are you okay?”
“No, I’m not okay. I don’t appreciate you making jokes at my expense. You think just because I’m gay that you can insult me and I’ll laugh it off?”
He looked shocked by the question. “What? No. You’ve got me all wrong. I’m not—let me explain.”
“Don’t bother,” I said, rising from my seat. I pulled some cash from my wallet and put it on the table. “That’s for the beer.”