Short Stories

Sorry kid...

He looked up at me, his cheeks dusted with a light purple blush. "L-Look, I really like you." He forced himself to confess, which I found really brave but...

"I... I'm sorry kid, but I'm already married..."
I held up my hand, and there were two silver bands on my ring finger. "But, you're friends with my son, so any time you want to stop by, or you need a place to crash for a while, our doors are always open." I smiled.