Chapter 94

“Jay…?” The name slipped from the man’s lips to shrivel even as his mouth puckered. The unspoken question remained. Jay is gay?Jay showed his teeth, his grin unnatural and wide. Dean struggled not to laugh; a smirk surely lit up across his face. These days, Jay made the silent fuck youan art form.

So far, Dean categorised such greetings into types. First, those who knew Jay was gay, and those who didn’t. Of those, some were bigots, some not. The prejudiced section he dismissed—fortunately, they were few, less than the fingers on one hand, but this man completed the appendage with which Dean wanted to slap him.