Turnabout Is Fairplay
I felt a bit smug on the inside having caught Devon red handed. At the same time I kinda hoped I was wrong.
The look on his face said I wasn’t.
“Yes, I have a girlfriend.” He sighed. “And no she doesn’t have a problem with us hanging out. She trusts me, do you trust me?” Devon looked so downcast that I immediately felt sorry that I had said anything.
Without answering the question I apologized. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sound suspicious or anything.”
Devon grinned. “Its all good. I don’t want to look shifty or anything.”
I’m the shifty one. I thought bitterly. I’m hanging out with you because I’m afraid that if I’m alone I’ll feel something.
“You aren’t shifty.” I said, flatly. “I am curious though. Why exactly do you want to hang out with me?”
Devon turned bright red and at the moment his dark green eyes did look a bit shifty. “If I tell you, you’re either going to laugh or be offended.”
I was intrigued. “Why do you say that?”
Devon shrugged uncertainly.
“Just tell me.”