Chapter 3Do not suppose…that ye shall be restored from sin to happiness. Behold, I say unto you, wickedness never was happiness.
—The Book of Mormon, Alma 41:10
Freddie
Doe Eyes texts me not forty-eight hours after we mentally undressed each other from across the chapel. I tell him to come over tonight. To play some games. I want to see what he can do with his hands on my controller. Can he push the right buttons?
I was not anticipating anything of this nature this summer, but Christ, am I hornier than a goat.
In fact, I wasn’t anticipating having to be home at all this summer. I was banking on getting that internship in graphic design, and there’s no reason I shouldn’t have. I finished my first year with a respectable-ish GPA. And all my professors loved me. Except when I skipped cla
