Chapter 19 QUINN Maybe Manny’s life philosophy of letting go and seeing what happens has its benefits after all. If we’d stuck to my carefully planned itinerary, we definitely wouldn’t have been hitchhiking in Texas, and I wouldn’t currently be sitting across from Ward fucking Galvert,...
Chapter 18 MANNY “Where’s your favorite place you’ve lived?” Shawn asks, slumping comfortably in the passenger seat on my right side for a change with Quinn behind the wheel, cruising down a wide open road somewhere in the middle of bumfuck Texas,...
Chapter 17 SHAWN New Orleans feels different in the bright, morning light. The full humid heat of the day hasn’t set in yet, most tourists are still sleeping off their hangovers from last night, and there’s a more peaceful energy. Manny seems a little different too....
Chapter 16 MANNY I stroke my fingers through both of their hair as they kiss lazily, kneeling by my feet, Shawn’s blindfold still on. Does he need the excuse for detachment and distance still or is he ready to admit that he’s in love with his best friend? ...
Chapter 15 QUINN I have no clue how we managed to get a hotel room in New Orleans same day. It has to be some kind of miracle. Sure, it’s not right on Bourbon street or in the French Quarter, but it’s only a few blocks away....