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“Oh. My. God.”

I couldn’t believe it, but one finger-poke confirmed the thing was real.

There was an angry red zit the size of Cleveland on my ass.

On my ass!

I knew I was on borrowed time what with standing here baring my lily-white left cheek to the pub’s men’s room mirror above the sinks, but I just couldn’t stop staring. Here was the reason sitting on that barstool had felt so painful.

It hadn’t been there when I’d showered about an hour ago. Couldn’t have been there since I’d scrubbed my ass like any good gay boy would before heading out to hook up. When you were versatile, you planned for both contingencies and my ass had been spotless—literally! I’d looked.

Oh this just ruined my entire night. I glared at the huge, red bump preventing me from sitting comfortably. What was I supposed to do, stand all night? Good God. I was vastly too pretty for that. Men offered me their seats at crowded bars all the time. Dance the night away? Hardly. It was a pub, not a club. And I couldn’t just show up at Demonique, my regular club, after telling everyone I would spend tonight here being green and Irish in a real pub, thank you very much. They would think I’d caved and come crawling to Demonique just for the chance to see that scum-sucking, man-whoring ex of mine dance his little go-go boy ass off.

Since I could never hide this hideous growth from a would-be bedmate, it was, therefore, time to call it a night. For the first time since turning twenty-one and actually being allowed to legally drink green beer and martinis, I would find myself alone and most likely in bed by ten o’clock on Saint Patrick’s Day.

The restroom door opened with some force. I immediately scraped my jeans back up over my ass and had to bite my lip to keep from howling. As it was, a horrific little whine escaped my clenched jaw.

“Were you just looking at your ass?”

Didn’t it just figure? The one guy who had really caught my eye now caught my eye inspecting the tumor on my butt.

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