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“Wait, did you just say Rafe asked you over for dinner?” Serge asked Sunday morning as we ate breakfast. He’d stayed away until late in the evening on Saturday, so we hadn’t had a chance to talk.
“Yup. Weird, right? And don’t think I didn’t know what you were up to yesterday. You thought you wereslick.”
“So it was obvious. Sue me. It needed to be done. Rafe’s been looking mopey and miserable for weeks. Anyway, back to tonight. You realize this is a date, right?”
“No way, man. We’re just buds hanging out like we used to before the ‘incident.’ But he did say something about fighting feelings for someone in the past…maybe he wants to talk about that. He’s newly out, at least to himself and us, after all. I dunno.”
“God, you’re an idiot.”
I chewed on a blueberry pancake and pointed my fork at him. “Learned from the best.”
“It’s a date, dufus. He has feelings for you. You’re in denial.”
I shook my head. “It’s just too hard to believe. After all this time? Come on.”