Chapter 15: Virgins and Holiday FucksJason changed the channel on the TV, again. The silence of the house was driving him insane. Apart from Biscuit’s soft snores and the low buzz from the TV, it was completely still. How could people stand living like this?
Dinner had been an awkward affair. Tom refused to look at him and hadn’t made more than an occasional grunt when Jason had tried to strike up a conversation. Then he’d claimed he needed a shower. Jason had heard him come out of the bathroom, but hours had passed since.
He glanced at the clock, a quarter past midnight. He let out a groan when he realised it was Easter Sunday. On a normal year, he’d be standing behind the bar, serving drinks, and would’ve had half a dozen, if not more, willing young guys waiting for him to make up his
