Chapter 12

“We should build a sandcastle,” Andrew said, baking in the sun.

“A fortress. Fuck the sandcastle.”

“With a dragon.”

“And a Prince Charming battling the dragon.”

“You’re so gay, Damian,” Andrew said, and laughed.

“I can’t help it. I already told you that.”

“I know. You are what you are. I get it.” Andrew played with sand in his right palm and fingers. He bunched some of it up, released it, and began again. “Mesh is coming tomorrow. Are you going to kiss him again?”

Kyle “Mesh” Meshington was Judy’s best friend’s oldest son, who came to the beach house to visit and hang with William’s nephews. Mesh was sixteen like Damian. He had broad shoulders, a flat stomach, and nipples the color of strawberries. He was a blond jock with muscles and Damian drooled over him.