Chapter 74

Plus, turned out his dysphoria didn’t go totally crazy if Jude put his fingers—or more—in the distinctly feminine regions, so Anton was a bit over content and into actively happy territory.

“S’just Emma,” Jude yawned, putting the phone back and retreating under the duvet. His head planted itself firmly against the side of Anton’s neck, and Anton grinned at the ceiling in the dark.

“What’d she say?”

“She’s unlocked the back door and if I’m not home by the time Dad gets up for work, she’s not covering for me.”

“Sounds fair.”

“Mm, s’pose…”

“Are you bribing her?”

“She’s blackmailing me.” Jude’s voice was muffled, and Anton peeled the duvet down a bit. “I have to agree to her charity thing.”

“Charity thing?”

“You know, getting a bunch of us boys to wax our legs for charity. She’s been on about it for ages, surprised she hasn’t asked you. Going to do it at school so everyone coughs up cash to watch.”

“Leg-waxing?!”