Chapter 37

“Thanks, Gran. I mean, for the visit and all.”

She blew me a kiss, then gave me the middle finger.

“Holy fuckballs,” Min declared. “She is the most awesome ancient person I’ve ever met.”18

Okay. Gran had told me to think less; to not let stuff get me down.

So what does a twenty-year-old angsty gay guy with a flair for melodrama do with that advice? The very opposite, of course.

I sunk even deeper into a confusing funk, my thoughts turning ever toward that red-haired, freckled Welsh incubus. And what do you know—my dick wasn’t confused about Jeremy anymore. I was having feverish waking fantasies about him, keeping me hard and dripping precum virtually all day long. It was all I could do to keep ahead of my horniness so I could concentrate on what should have been the focus of my attention: exams.