Chapter 15
The next morning, I woke to the sound of Boone and JF playing in our shared backyard. Boone was making loud noises, probably pretending to be a truck or a plane, and I thought I heard JF calling him Maverick. I squinted at the digital clock on my nightstand, but that couldn’t be right. It was past noon?
Then I remembered last night, the gritty club, the dancing and drinking, the bus ride back home and Nick coming to my bedroom. At the memory of what we’d done in my narrow twin bed, or rather, what he’d done to me, I sat up like a spring and looked at my T-shirt. There was dry c*m there. Mine. My face flushed hot. And thinking of Nick’s voice in my ear when he’d stroked me, I was hard again. Was I now officially on my way to becoming a full flaming queer? What was he feeling to
