“No, Mateo, I am not coming out of the closet, and I was hiding from you,” I confess to Ezra.
“I can see that, but why?”
“Because you are mad at me for going against you,” I bite my lip. He presses his lips in a line, and he is still pissed off.
“That doesn’t mean you hide from me,” he says, gripping the front of my shirt and jerking me toward him. His hand goes to the back of my neck before he tilts my face up toward him, his lips crash against mine as he kisses me before pulling away. “Don’t hide from me, if you are going to go against me, at least have the guts to face me afterward. I would never intentionally hurt you, Kat, don’t fear my reaction, I may be mad but never enough for you to fear me,” he scolds.
“So you're not mad then?”
“No, I am. But he is your father, just know tha
