Both relief and anger twist up inside of me. “B-Boyfriend? I assure you, he is not Kyle’s boyfriend. He is mine! My beloved!” I buzz loudly and shake my fists in the air. Maurice lets out a cackle, and Kyle quickly spins around to cup his hand over me, casting me in darkness. “Shh, shh. Princess, it’s fine. He’s just a friend. I know he’s yours, it’s fine,” he mumbles. “I’m sorry about him. He can be an asshole, but he means no harm. I swear it.”
