Chapter 8What the actual f**k? Izzy walked back toward the greenhouses, feeling discombobulated as f**k. f**k!
He just kissed a guy. A pretty as hell, sort of feminine looking, but definitely a guy. Or…not? Wyatt had said he was sometimes a girl? What the f**k?
Because it was lunch break and he’d had his lasagna quickly and had had some time, he’d thought to go to the house to be polite. Instead he’d gone there and practically mauled Del’s teenage son and would’ve probably not stopped until he felt the hard d**k against his own, equally hard one.
What the f**k?
Izzy wiped his mouth, then licked his lips again, the sweet taste of whatever Wyatt had been baking—he’d had some flour on his shirt—lingering behind.
That hair and eyeliner and just…all of Wyatt had been different today. He’d
