Chapter 37: One kiss couldn't hurt.
“I am sooooo f****d up," Sloan slurred as he tried to make out the shapes in the interior of the limo.
For a minute there, he wasn't sure if he'd passed out or just fell asleep. He smiled. Everything felt so soft and happy. Could things feel happy? He ran his hand over the leather seat. Yes. Happy. Things were great. Life was super.
“This word f**k is very confusing." Octnavin sat on the back seat with his eyes raking Sloan. Man, that dude was sexy-as-hell and his eyes were so hot. “The meanings do not fit." His pink lips were turned into a cute pout. “You use the word like punctuation."
“f**k is a great word. It goes with everything." Sloan shook off his leather jacket and ran his hand over his t-shirt. He traced the band name 'Forever Tuesday' that
