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Loud and Clear

Sunday, August 9, 2026

Loud and Clear (2016) Aidan Wayne

Loud and Clear

So Caleb was set for a designated driver for every Tuesday night until this stupid drink-night thing got canceled.

Which was another reason why he actually had to attend. For all the drinking, until people got too shit-faced, they actually talked about work. Missing this was the equivalent of missing an actual meeting. And it was considered company time, too.

“Don’t bother,” he said, nodding at the notepad. Caleb looked up at him and frowned. “I mean. You can write, if you wanna, if that’s better for you, but—” he did sigh this time, letting it all out in a rush “—I can’t read.”

Caleb had spent his whole life fighting with a world that judged him on one single trait. Stamped stupid on his forehead in bright-red ink because he couldn’t get them to listen to what he had to say instead of how he said it. He knew what that fucking felt like. But he also knew he was a privileged bastard who’d gotten good grades without much trouble, who’d gotten into great schools as a result, who worked hard, yeah, but who’d also had the method and means to get to where he wanted to be.

I’m looking forward to it too! No erase exclamation for the. I’m looking forward to it too.

Caleb blinked himself back to reality and tried to give Jaxon his warmest smile. “It’s good,” he said. “Thank you. You’re amazing.”

Jaxon rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m glad it was okay.”

Okay to try learning the language Caleb was most comfortable speaking? Okay? This was already the best date of Caleb’s life, and they hadn’t even ordered dinner yet. “Very okay,” Caleb signed.

Characters: Caleb Wrotslavsky, Jaxon Tlapa, Tatyana Tlapa

Publisher: Riptide Publishing

Rating: 10/10

 

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