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I probably wouldn’t be able to have sex tonight, anyway. I’m too drunk. Isn’t like, whiskey dick a thing?
What if it’s just Ben? What if I’m straight, but Ben is just such a strong masculine, sexual force that he drags the gay out of me?
I mean, really, God. If you want people to not do something, maybe don’t make it feel so good.
He slid his fingers in between mine, and I could already feel it again… The fire; the passion; the lust. Maybe tonight was the end… Maybe it was just the beginning.
Between Ben and his wife, I had really lucked out in the butt department.
For a crazy old coot, the woman was pretty woke.
I had fallen in love with a woman. And then I fell in love with a man. But I didn’t identify as anything other than me.

