Chapter 21: Puppy LoveSoon, it was the Friday before winter break, and the day of the combined arts performances. Since vacating my apartment, Remy and I had spent a lot of time moving things around in his house, switching out some of his furniture pieces for mine, and generally trying to make room for me.
“Are you sure this is still a good idea?” I asked him in my office over lunch. “It took me and Sean two years to move in together, yet we’ve known each other only six months. That seems fast.”
“Gay years are faster than straight years,” he said, taking a bite of his sandwich. “Bisexual years are even faster than that. We’ve known each other for about a year according to the queer passage of time.”
I laughed. “That’s not a real thing.”
He nodded. “Queer people have had to become more
