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“Hi again.”
“Hi again,” Gladys replies with a playful smirk on her face.
“I’ll finish these later,” I tell her as I stand from my chair.
“Go. Have fun,” she says, waving us away.
“Mind if I send Roscoe down?” I ask.
“No, I’ll watch him,” she replies, shooting me a wink. For a moment, I feel terrible about lying to her, even if it is a small, harmless fib.
“Thanks, Gladys!”
Grabbing Adam by the arm, I tug him toward the door leading up to my apartment. He seems as tense as I’m feeling today, which is good, I guess. I don’t want to be the only nervous person in this scenario.
After we reach my apartment, I carry Roscoe down the stairs, hearing Gladys call for him before I set him down and shut him out in the stairwell.
Then it’s just me and Adam alone in my apartment with heavy doses of anticipation and awkwardness.
“Got anything to drink?” he asks.
I scurry toward the kitchen. “Is beer okay?”
“Yes,” he replies as I pull out two, one for each of us.
After a long drink, he looks determined and ready to work. “So, how are we going to do this?”
“Okay, so I’ve been thinking,” I say, pulling out my phone. “We can upload the clips on FanVids—you’ve heard of it, right?”
“That amateur porn app?”
“Yeah. We can start with short clips—fifteen to thirty seconds. Then we share them anonymously on socials and try to get subscribers. Then after it’s created some buzz, we post longer videos.Realvideos. Well…real-ish.”
His brows are scrunched together as he stares down at my phone, the FanVids app open to show him how people can scroll the feed. Guessing by the confusion on his face, he’s not familiar with the app and doesn’t quite know how this is going to work, but that’s okay. I’ll handle the distribution; I just need him to behimand play the part.
“So people can see these short clips for free?”
“Basically. But we have to show your face. We need people to see that it’s you.”
As I scroll through the app, video after video popping up, my skin starts to grow hot. Maybe it’s the suggestive nature of the clips, or maybe it’s the realization thatwe’reabout to post stuff like this too. Either way, I’m struggling to even hold still at this point.
“Let’s do it,” he says at last, and I bite my lip as I stare up at him.
Our eyes meet for a moment, and I get a whiff of his cologne again, my body growing excited at the prospect of getting to touch him again. The room fills with tension while neither of us moves.
Finally, I clear my throat and walk toward the couch. His eyes follow me before landing on the tripod I have set up already.
“Have you done this before?” he asks.
“No,” I reply. “Well, not like this. I just bought this because I thought it would make things easier.” Then I show him how I clip my phone onto the tripod and point it at the couch. Suddenly, we have a hands-free device for shooting videos.
He swallows without moving toward me. He’s definitely nervous. “So, now what?”
There’s an audible silence as we each take a long drink of our beer, both of us clearly needing the liquid courage to go through with this. After letting out a heavy sigh, I roll my shoulders back.
If we’re going to do this, we should get it over with, right?
“So I’m thinking for the first clip, we can be on the couch, me straddling you.” I grab the tripod and place it in the center, facing the couch. “Here, sit.”
