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movie. Devon was pretty young, and his chest hadn’t popped with all the heavy muscles yet. It was a love story, like the majority of his other movies, and the female lead was just a slip of a thing. Somehow, the plot led them to a secluded island, where they shook off the trappings and expectations of modern society and embraced simpler things, like their love for each other, their appreciation for nature.
    It was very pastoral.
    I tolerated it because Nana liked it so much, but I couldn’t help wondering if the Devon Ray who acted in this movie had any idea, at that point, how life was going to twist and turn. Did that version of himself ever suspect he’d crouch in a darkened hotel room, drinking vodka alone in the middle of the day?
    God help me, but the thought of it softened my heart toward him, toward what had happened. I felt bad for the hand of cards that had been dealt to Devon Ray, even if all he ever amounted to was a poor little rich boy.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter 3
     
    “Now that we’ve got that out of the way, we can get down to business.”
                  “I like this kind of business,” I confessed, trailing my fingers down a bulging bicep.
    “Show-and-tell business,” he said, kissing my forehead. His lips were hot enough to burn.
    “I wanted this,” I told him, lifting my face to him. His face was too bright to gaze upon. “I really did. I didn’t, but I did.”
    “I knew you did.” Then, his lips were on mine, his fingers slipping beneath the waistband of my sweatpants, touching me exactly where I wanted him to. His other hand seized mine, guiding it to his crotch. I felt the bulge there, evidence of just how badly he wanted it, too.
    I was distracted by a happy sigh across the room. Nana was sitting among all the piles of clothes on the bed, beaming at me.
    “This is my favorite part,” she revealed, and I woke up with a gasp.
    “What the hell,” I croaked, switching my bedside lamp on. That was what I got for watching that damn movie with her right before bed. I checked my phone—I’d jolted awake a full hour before my alarm was set to sound, but I couldn’t go back to sleep now.
    What a twisted dream.
    Did my subconscious really think I wanted to hook up with Devon? I wasn’t interested in lounging around in bed long enough to find out.
    Thoroughly disturbed, I moved around, cleaning my room. It hadn’t really changed in all the years I’d lived in it. Nana had taken pity on me in high school and let me trade in the frilly pink bedspread of my youth for something a little more demure and grown up, but everything else remained, for the most part. My college textbooks took up an entire row on my bookshelf, but the rest of it was peppered with some of my favorite childhood books. If I cared to excavate underneath my bed, I’d find a plastic box full of my old stuffed animals and dolls. Nana hadn’t let me throw those out, saying that one day, I’d maybe want to give them to my own children.
    The idea of me having my own children was just as surreal as almost kissing a movie star in a hotel room.
    I started some laundry, trying to be as quiet as possible. I sometimes found that the best way to redirect my thoughts was through good old manual labor.
    Once every available surface was wiped down, mopped, and swept—and I was sweaty and in need of another shower—I felt marginally better. I checked on Nana in her room.
    “Good morning,” she said, surprising me.
    “Did I wake you up?”
    “I heard you moving around, but I was already awake,” she said. “What’s the matter?”
    “Nothing’s the matter. Just getting ahead on some chores.”
    “Uh-huh. You have a bad dream?” She knew me too well.
    “Not…bad. Just weird.”
    “You can tell me about it, if you want.”
    “That’s okay, Nana. I’m sure I’ll forget about it in a few hours.” Not likely.
    “What’s on the menu for breakfast?” she asked.