Chapter 52

But Jack was adamant about “shaking the straight out of me” as he’d called it and couldn’t believe I’d made it to twenty-two years old without entering a gay bar, aside from Reggie’s on Friday.

I’d dressed up for tonight, as best I could, but I was a tad uneasy in this fitted shirt. I wasn’t sure about the new cologne either. “I’m open to new things,” I muttered, climbing into the car. I reached over and unlocked the door for him.

Jack plopped down into the passenger seat and glanced over at me with a smirk. “Look, I know you’re a little nervous about diving into the big gay pool tonight, but I’ll be with you and trust me, no twink is getting past this bitch tonight.”

“I don’t know why you keep insulting each other all the time,” I said, pulling my seat belt over my shoulder. “Twink. Bitch. Hungry little bottom.” I looked over at him. “I don’t know, but it seems pretty harsh to me.”

“Thanks for sharing your opinion on something you obviously cannot understand.”