“Well, despite his choice of fuck buddy, he’s a good-looking guy.” I chew my lip in annoyance. This guy is insufferable. “He’s my boyfriend, not a fuck buddy.” “Does he swing both ways?” I turn back to stare at him, confused. “What?” “Hmm.” He laughs, thinking to himself, then checks his watch and huffs that they’re still not here. “If I didn’t have a girlfriend, I reckon I’d fuck him.” My stare turns deadly.
