I shut my eyes tightly as a stream of light escaped the grey curtains that covered Connell’s bedroom windows.

The night had been rough, with my dreams constantly muddled with my parents rage. I wasn’t entirely sure how angry they would be, but I didn’t really want to know.

Connell let me sleep in his bed, and to my request, he slept with me. It was a surprisingly bland PG-13 experience.

At the shift of the bed, I peaked open my eye to look at Connell. He was shirtless, which was a nice sight, with low hanging sweatpants. In attempt to save some small section of my damaged moral compass,...