“Dad, no one’s home. If I want to have sex with my boyfriend, do you think it matters if the door is open or closed?” Bryce’s face turns ghostly white. Dad huffs. “Why do you have to go and point out logic like that?” “Love you, Dad.” “Just . . .” He clears his throat. “Make sure you’re careful and all that.” “I’ve been on the pill since I was—”
IM SORRY BUT WHO SPEAKS TO THEIR DAD LIKE THIS. i have a pretty chill relationship with my dad but im sorry even at 22 im not saying this shit to him
