CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
I moaned-I f*****g moaned in the back of a cab with a rather flirtatious driver. Why did I even have such a dream today of all days? f*****g Sebastian. The cab driver probably didn’t recognize who I was or otherwise he wouldn’t have talked so casually to me like that. I paced around in my room, trying to calm my racing my heartbeat and my embarrassment. Who even does that in broad daylight? Maybe I just needed some action and where better to get it than right here in France where even though I was popular, I could easily disguise myself? Yeah, that’s it. Wait, I’d never approached a guy before. I mean, I f****d around with girls before I realized I was gay but this was a new chapter in my life. Does one just walk up to a guy he likes and just straight out say he is lo
