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“You certainly have nothing to be embarrassed about,” I offered. I could finally be myself again—no filter, saying exactly what I thought. “Your cock is fucking perfect. Your body is perfect. Your videos are incredible—”

“Oh,God,” he repeated, sitting down in his chair and chugging more beer. His cheeks flared pink, and he ran his fingers through his hair. “Do you have anything stronger than beer?”

I nodded.

I didn’t know how I was going to make this right, but I was determined to do it.

By the end of tonight, I wanted Adam to feelgoodabout this. To know how much his videos had meant to me, even if it was just for some top-tier jerk-off material.

“How do you feel about watermelon?”

10

ADAM

I tossed back my second shot of watermelon vodka, welcoming the burn of the liquid as it slid down my throat. I set the little glass down on the table in between my chair and Chase’s, feeling the heat of the liquor settling in my blood.

There had been multiple times in my life where I thought I’d hit a total rock-bottom of embarrassment.

I’d been wrong all of those times.

Because this, tonight, was more than rock bottom. It may as well have been the molten center of the Earth.

It had been ten minutes since I’d shown Chase the hair dye bottle, and I hadn’t been able to look him in the eye ever since. The sounds of the street below filled the air on the balcony, and I kept staring out at the pine needles on one particular tree as I mentally cataloged all of the videos that had apparently graced Chase’s screen.

He’d seen me come more times than I could count.

He’d seen me sucking on a lollipop like a damned fool, just this morning.

He’d fucking known what I looked like naked for months on end, and now I was here inpersonwith him, my two worlds colliding in a way I never, ever wanted them to.

“I have a question I’m afraid to ask,” I said, speaking freely in a way I normally didn’t have the courage to do.

“Anything,” Chase said. At least he was being as kind as he always was, even now. Chase really was a supportive guy, even if I did want to run screaming from him right now and never look at him again.

“The first day you met me,” I said, “when you came into my house to set up the TV cameras. Did you figure it out that day?”

Chase shifted on his chair. In my peripheral vision, I could see him nervously running his hand along the leg of his jeans.

“Do you want the truth?” he asked.

I groaned. “No. But yes.”

“I knew immediately. When I first looked at you,” he said.

I turned to look at him quickly, then instantly regretted it as we made eye contact.

It felt like he was looking straight through me. Like I may as well have been naked right now. He’d seen all of me, and I felt exposed having his crystal blue eyes on me now.

“Okay,” I managed to say.

“The freckle on the side of your face,” he continued. “The one that looks like a little heart? I saw it. Even without it, I might have known, though. I’d… we’ll, I’d looked at your lips and your jawline a lot. It turned me on so much, Adam.”

Fuck.

My cock perked up in my pants, adding to the utter tornado of confusion inside my body right now. I was getting my online, private life confused with myreallife.

But Chase was still looking at me with respect. The same respect he’d always shown me. And knowing what a filthy personI’d been in my online videos and my messages with him, I was almost grateful that he could still look at me like that.

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