“Can you just ask Donnelly?” I whisper. “I don’t think I can tell you.” It hurts too much to share, and I want to protect him. It should be his choice on how to let it spill. After a long moment, he nods. “Okay. I’ll ask your boyfriend.” My lips part in gut-punching shock. Did I just transport myself to an alternate universe? Is this real? “Did you just call him my…?” “Is that not what he is to you?” he asks.
