Foolish Puckboy (Puckboys, #4)

by Eden Finley

Oskar smiles at me when I open the door. “Hey, fuckface. Miss me yet?” “Like a hole in the head.” I step aside. “Come on in.” “I dunno,” Oskar muses. “The hole in Lane’s head comes in very useful.”

I drive us to Salty, and the only reason I know where it is is because I looked up gay bars when I first got here. Have I had the guts to go inside one yet? No. And I’m so glad I didn’t say that out loud because I can already hear Oskar’s retort: That goes for people as well as gay bars.

“I have eyes. Even as a straight man, I can appreciate a hunk.” Give me things baby bisexuals say for five hundred!