Egotistical Puckboy (Puckboys, #1)

by Eden Finley

My alarm goes off at dark o’clock so I can get my ass to the fucking animal shelter to do this charity shit because fucking Anton Hayes is a fucking fuck fuck asshole fuck.

Are there enough fucks given?

“A toast?” “Yep. All you have to do is lift your glass and say ‘Hey’o, I’m gay’o.’” “Or however-you-identify’o,” Foster adds. “Because I’m bi.” “‘Hey’o, I’m bi’o’ sounds like you’re saying you’re science,” Ezra says. “And it doesn’t rhyme.” I lift my glass. “Cheer’o to being queer’o? Is that inclusive?”