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232 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 10, 2016
"Fuck you, Obie."
This time he mumbled, and I think it was, "That's what I'm saying."
So I shut the door and shoved him toward the bedroom. Because what the hell else was I going to do when my boyfriend demanded I fuck him?
Me. Hearing the angels singing sweet nothings about BGBs.
"manly postcoital dude-hugging"
And no. No miraculous dick recovery where suddenly I was hard as a rock, cured by true love’s kiss. Sorry. This ain’t that story.
“Listen, I don’t know if you think you’re the most chill guy in the world or something, but I gotta tell you, Emerson, sometimes you crack up a little and you’re kind of a dick.”
“Moi?” I asked, with exaggerated outrage. “It’s just that I’m so good at it.”
“At being a dick?”
His lips turned up, like he was trying not to smile “It’s a natural gift. I was born dickish.”