Chapter 3: Hector’s Mismatched SocksI staggered through the door, not even sure I was in the right place. Casey shushed me while giggling. We’d gone hard, closed the bar down. I was going to feel this later. Good thing I switched shifts with Heather.
“Babe? Is that you?” Hector walked out into the living room in his underwear, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He had a black sock with blue stripes on one foot, and a sock that read Running Late Again on it on the other. Bastard.
“Hey, Hec. Lookin’ good!” Casey nudged me and whispered loudly. “You never told me he was packing a beer can!”
I pressed my finger to his lips, missing and poking his nose. “Oops! Sorry. But no talking about my boyfriend’s d**k. That’s gay. And you’re straight. Even though you, like, basically told my parents yo
