So, TMIR2 Is A Thing Now...

So, I was going to take a week or two off from writing, just because I’d been going non-stop since September.

But then two days ago, this happened:

“Because you’d fight him for the right to my nipples?” Paul asked.

“Sure,” Vince said. “I’d fight anyone for your nipples. And also because Darren wants to bone Sandy and not you.”

“Oh,” Paul said. “That’s right.” I could hear the goddamn smirk in his voice.

“He does not,” I hissed. “For one, I'm not a barely legal twink with more abs than brain cells. Two, there has to be attraction for that and I assure you, I am not attracted to him. At all.”

“Denial isn’t just a river in South America,” Vince said seriously.

“What?” Paul said. “Vince, no. It’s not in South America.”

“Oh. Brazil?”

“That’s still South America.”

“Huh. It’s not Asia, because I would have seen it.”

“Vince, we didn’t go to all of Asia.”

“Mostly,” Vince said. “Remember when you wore that sumo wrestle diaper thing and we had sex next to the shop that sold food that looked like the carcass of a shaved Bigfoot?”

“None of that happened,” Paul said quickly.

“All of that happened,” Vince said, sounding very smug. “You made sex face, like, four times.”

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And somehow, 12K words later, the sequel to Tell Me It’s Real has begun.

I don't even know anymore.