Page 49 of Diva Pop

“YouTube?”

“Instagram.” Tory cocked his head. “And TMZ.” He frowned. “I think.”

Jett waved his hand in the air. “I think I’ll have my cake ala mode. What about you two lovebirds?”

They grinned and touched their heads together. “We’re dieting.”

“Okay Jenny Craig. You can watch me gorge myself instead.”

Tory waggled his eyebrows. “I’d rather watch you get spanked.”

Jett gasped. “You little tramp.”

They all fell into laughter and Jett realized the band didn’t define who he was anymore. He still had Tory’s friendship and now he also had Sean’s. He didn’t have to deal with Bob the asshole or the odious Paul, and if the gossip was true, he’d never have to lay eyes on the smug Crispin again either.

But more importantly, he had Silas with him no matter what.

My Papa.

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