Chapter 333

• I’m being paranoid and stupidly jealous, even though I have no right, but it still causes me to watch them a little too closely, nerves piqued. Vincent, her man of the moment, seems oblivious. I try to convince myself that I imagine it, that he’s merely willing her to stop eye-raping him.
• “What choice did I have?” Jake cuts in, oblivious, “Daniel would have had us sleeping out there at that rate. Not that he would have minded; Daniel’s always trying to get in the sack with me. The boy’s still trying to deny his feelings,” he jests and swigs at his beer, throwing Daniel a wink.
• “It’s kind of heartbreaking to watch him suffer. Unrequited love,” Richard breaks in, stifling a grimace as Daniel slaps his back with a noisy ‘thwap.’