He stabs his cake a few times. “I fucked up.” “You fucked up,” I repeat, dumbfounded. “How badly are we talking about?” “I asked Highland if I could kiss him.” My brows spike. Shit. “Oscar,” I say with a slight laugh. “He’s been flirting with me,” Oscar says heatedly. “And I’m not the only one who sees it.” “I’m guessing it went poorly.” “Not just poorly, bro. I’ve never been more embarrassed in my life.” He sets his plate on the arm of the lounge chair and wipes his fingers with a paper napkin. “Mostly because I should’ve just asked if I could give him a blowie like a fucking adult.”
