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was.
    “Subject change. Guess what?”
    I tried not to sigh out loud. How could he
    have already forgotten we were having an
    argument about actual, real things? At least I was
    trying. “What, Arch?”
    “I met this cute little bottom boy the other
    day.”
    I sighed into a long descent onto the couch.
    Sometimes
    my
    brother
    made
    me
    insane.
    “Seriously? I’m trying to talk to you about real
    shit, and you want to talk about some trick you
    picked up?”
    Archer elbowed me. “I haven’t picked him
    up. Not really. He just came up to me all cute and
    said he thought we’d met before. And he has this
    accent like he’s not from around here. I’m so gonna
    get with that.”
    “What does that have to do with anything we
    were talking about? Like work? Responsibilities?”
    I stared at him, hoping to get a response other than,
    well, the typical. Should’ve known better.
    “You know….” Archer got up and turned to
    glare at me. “Maybe if you went out and got laid
    once in a while you wouldn’t be such a fucking
    drag, you know?”
    Maybe. Maybe if I saw that guy again. I’d
    been thinking about him a lot. More than I wanted
    to admit. Sometimes I thought I saw him in a
    crowd on the street—that compact little body, not
    tan enough to be a California native, blond, spiky
    hair, sweet, dark eyes, sunny smile. It always made
    my heart beat all crazy in my chest, and I’d go to
    say something to catch his attention. But it was
    never him. And since I hadn’t seen anyone else that
    even came close to that kind of appeal, I was
    alone.
    “You know I’m not like that—”
    “Yeah, yeah.” Archer made a prissy face. “I
    have to be in looove to want to fuck a guy because
    I’m so much better than anyone else,” he recited in
    his most obnoxious mocking voice.
    “You’re an asshole.”
    “You’re boring. I’m going to crash. It’s late,
    and apparently some of us have to work
    tomorrow.”
    “I’m glad you’re going.”
    Archer made a gesture that I really didn’t
    want to know the meaning of and stumble-walked
    down the hallway in an odd interpretation of a
    straight line that ended with a full but crooked
    pirouette at his door, a curtsey, and a less-than-
    gentle slam.
    Night, Arch. Glad we had that talk.
    “OH, FUCK me harder. I want your cock in my
    pussy sooo deep.”
    I groaned, but not in pleasure. My ears grated
    at the obvious falseness in her voice. There it was
    again. Those dead eyes, that fake pleasure.
    Sadness. I wanted to turn away, but I couldn’t. I
    had to watch the whole scene from the viewfinder
    of my camera.
    “Destiny, why don’t you get on your hands
    and knees,” the director ordered. “I want to see
    some doggie style for a while.”
    Destiny, real name Sarah Colosky, dropped
    the act and waited patiently for her costar to pull
    out. Then she rolled over and fanned herself.
    “Can we get five, Dominic? It’s hot in here.”
    “Sure thing. Back in five!” the director
    called. Sarah flopped back on the bed, and I took a
    relieved break from behind the camera, wiping the
    sweat off my forehead. It was hot in the studio. The
    place needed better air conditioning. The shoot
    was almost done, thank God. I hated them,
    honestly. It was nothing like the work I wanted to
    be doing—shooting for Vogue
    and In Style ,
    rubbing elbows with supermodels and Anna
    Wintour, but it paid the bills and then some, and I
    knew if I wanted to not be living with Archer when
    I was forty, I needed some cash in my savings
    account.
    “Why can’t it be you, Ash?” Sarah asked. The
    question threw me off guard for a minute. Then I
    chuckled. She was harmless, even if she did
    proposition me on a regular basis.
    “You know why it’s not me. It doesn’t have to
    be you either, Sarah.” We’d been over it. Quite a
    few times.
    Sarah rolled her eyes. “I’m Destiny here. And
    can you really see me making sandwiches at
    Subway, ’cause that’s what I was doing before
    Dom