Chapter 18Okay. 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 d**k 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.
I was in the library Wednesday morning, studying for my Society and Revolution final. My review of changing gender norms in early 19th century Europe was being confounde
