บท 17: Chapter 17

“Hey!” Cris walked into the kitchen. “Should I be jealous?”

“Asshole.” Tim let me go, went to him, and hugged him.

I could tell just by looking that the hug was different. “Have some cake.”

There was one boy from another stable—Charles—who kept giving me come-hither looks…He put a dab of whipped cream on my nose, then licked it off…The thing was he had a love ‘em and leave ‘em rep among the boys, although I had to admit I was curious. Well…perhaps another time.

We partied until the wee hours of the morning. Oddly enough, or maybe not so oddly, no one paired off to slip into any of the bedrooms.

Tim and Cris’s things had already been shipped ahead. The next day they followed them.

And it was back to work as usual.

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It was noon on a Wednesday. “That was great,” I sighed in repletion. It was almost the truth.