Chapter 93

Luckily, he tuned in just as a game was starting. Not his favorite team, but he didn’t really care. He just needed the distraction. Fuck, this weekend was not going as planned. How had he gone from being injured by a horse ridden by a fake prince to having said prince announce his love for Chad? Life was toofucking weird.

Perhaps he was more drugged up than he thought? Maybe it was yesterday and he was still lying in the road. He glanced around his living room, checking for anything that might appear out of place, but everything seemed real. He patted the sofa cushion next to him. It felt like his sofa. It looked like he was in his own home. Drinking a Coke. Watching a game. Waiting for a fake prince to bring him dinner.

Sure. Everything was normal.