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New movies filled with new memories. New art to replace the old.

It’s all I need.

Just her and me and the camera to document it all.

I want more.

More lies, more betrayal, more deceit, more fucked-up beginnings that lead to more fucked-up endings.

Bring it on, motherfuckers. We’re ready.

More… gimme more… gimme more.

Chapter Twenty-Eight - KATYA

“Hey,” Oliver says, wrapping his arms around me. My face is resting on his chest. My fingers play with the little trail of blond hair that leads beneath the covers. His are tracing light circles on my upper arm. “I gotta go to work in about an hour. You wanna shower with me?”

“And wash off all this talent?” I say, smiling up at him. “Not a chance.”

“OK.” He laughs. “Let me rephrase the question. Would you like me to carry you into the bathroom and fuck you in the shower?”

“Well, when you put it like that…”

But I’m too comfortable to even think about getting out of bed. And he must be too because he makes no move to make good on his offer.

“What are you gonna do today?” he asks.

“Work,” I say. “Like usual, I guess.”

“What does that look like?”

I close my eyes and enjoy his soft touch as I think about my answer. “Well, I guess I’ll have to start over with the body art.” I squirm a little so I can look up at his face. “Since you’re insisting on washing it off me.”

“I said fuck you, not wash you.”

We both take a second to laugh.

“But if you want photographs, that camera can take stills. Besides, I used the waterproof markers. It’ll come off, but it might take a few days.”

“Well.” I sigh. “Decision made for me I guess. I won’t be working today after all. Not on anything original at least.”

“My work is original.”

“I can’t sell your work.”

“What if I sign over copyright?”

“Oliver.” I laugh. “You’re on drugs if you think I’d sell photos of your words on my body.”

He lifts up the hair covering my left ear so he can kiss my tattoo. “My words are on all your pictures.”

“I edit them out.”

“Nah,” he says. “I saw them in that pic you uploaded on Hook-Me-Up.”

“Yeah, because I was sending it to you and only you.”

“About that…”