“are you seriously asking me out right now?”
benton falters. this clearly isn’t going the way he rehearsed it in his head. “um . . . yes?”
“why?”
“because you’re funny. and kind. and smart. and—”
“and a huge lesbian,” i add before this can get any more awkward. “i thought you knew that.”
benton stares at his shoes. “i did. i do.”
“so, what?” i ask, fury and betrayal rising from deep in my gut. “did you think you could turn me straight?”