One Last Try (Try for Love #1)

by Jemma Croft

75% rugby, 20% gadgets, 5% opinions about potatoes Oh shit. Oh no. No, no, no, no. There’s the slightest chance I’ve just developed a crush on Mathias Jones.

I’m autistic, awkward, introverted, have weird interests, say weird things at the wrong moments, and I never have anything of value—of substance—to add to the conversation because neurotypical types do not value random semi‑relative facts, and that’s all I have. Plus my social battery is microscopic and inconsistently drains itself at inconvenient times.

I’m not lonely, not by any means—I love my own company—but sometimes I just don’t want to be alone. I get FOMO. Like really bad. But I also have SOJI. Scared of joining in.

You want casual sex with minimal feelings? Tough shit, here’s my entire heart.