Chapter 20
“You,” Mum said, “are too happy this morning.”
“That’s not allowed?” Anton asked. He was making his lunch, mostly because he didn’t trust Mum not to sneak carrot sticks in there lately, and she’d been eyeing him ever since he’d come down from his shower.
“Not before nine. You’ve got a worse scowl than Lily before nine.”
Anton shrugged. He’d been humming and smiling all the previous evening and that morning, and he knew Mum was suspicious, but come on. He wasn’t about to say to his mother, “Yeah, well, that’s because my boyfriend was all over me after seeing me packing in my underwear, so I gave him a hand job before he went down on me.” He’d not been f****d that stupid.
He was still riding the high, though. He’d been terrified of getting a dysphoria attack, or being unable
