Otto's pov:
"So," Geoff adjusted the straps on his backpack. "You blocked him, right?"
"Yes," I reassured him. "No more secrets."
He smiled, pulling me closer to him.
We were at the airport, waiting at our gate to board our plane back to Texas.
"Um," I cleared my throat. "We're all good, right?"
Geoff took my hand in his and squeezed it gently, "Yeah."
I believed him.
That was the thing about Geoff; he didn't lie. I could trust him to be honest with me. If he had been in my shoes, he would've told me about Awsten.
I, however, was not as honest.
A prime example of that was me not actually blocking Awsten.
I wasn't going to continue to talk to him, but blocking him without telling him why just seemed cruel.
I would tell him the truth; that I'm seeing somebody else, I would apologize for potentially complicating his heart, and then I would do as I'd promised Geoff; I would block him.
The very idea of it made me sick.
I wasn't sure how long I was going to put it off for.
"Gate 104 is boarding now," a voice came over the speakers. "Boarding group passengers 'A' please line up."
"Ready, Babe?" I heard Geoff's voice beside me.
"Yeah," I replied.
Another lie.
