Page 58 of Believe in Caloosa Springs

“I love the way you talk, Porter.” I smiled.

He ruffled my hair. “What’s in Amsterdam?”

“Do you know what a cam house is?”

“Like you were in before, right?”

I nodded. “Yeah. But I got an email the other day from a producer in Amsterdam that is trying to get something similar going over there. They want boys from all over the world. I told him I was interested in learning more, and I’m just waiting to hear back.”

“Oh,” he said quietly. “Amsterdam is kinda far.”

I bit my bottom lip. “Yeah…”

The conversation seemed to hit an awkward spot. Desperate to smooth over the rough patch, I opened my mouth to tell him that I hadn’t made up my mind on even going yet (though that would be a lie) when he spoke again.

“Are you asking me if I want to go to Amsterdam with you, or are you saying you are going to Amsterdam by yourself? No pressure, I just need to pick a lane before I say something stupid.”

Relief filled my heart, warm and relaxing as slipping into a hot bath.

“I want you to go to Amsterdam with me.IfI even get the spot,” I said.

“When would we leave?”

“I’m assuming a couple of weeks, but, honestly, I don’t have a lot of details at the moment. They might not even want to start for months and months.”

“Good thing I have a passport, huh?” he said.

“You would go with me?”

His chest rose as he pulled a deep breath. “Tian, I want to be with you. I can’t say that it’s gonna be forever. After all, we are stillgetting to know each other. But the last thing I want to do is let you leave without trying.”

“What if I don’t get the spot?” I asked.

“There’s a million other places in the world we can discover together. I will need to get a job at some point though. Maybe something remote. Something I can do from anywhere?”

“I have a few ideas,” I said.

Chapter Sixteen

Porter

I peeled my gloves off and tossed them into the bin before wiping my clammy hands down the front of my jeans. I pulled my phone out of my back pocket to reply to Tian’s text. Just seeing his name flash across my phone had me grinning like an idiot.

TIAN:Chai latte?

ME:With an extra side of you?

TIAN:you’re silly… I’m the main course ;)

ME:My favorite meal… your ass should have its own Michelin Star.

TIAN:HAHA! Why did the image of Gordon Ramsay eating me out and then screaming at me about it just come into my brain?

ME:If Gordon Ramsay has anything to say about your accommodations, I’ll personally fist-fight him.

TIAN:Thinking about you and Gordon Ramsay fist-fighting over my asshole is giving me a boner.

ME:Oh? Let me see…

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