Page 97 of Off Limits

I shook my head and climbed off the bed.

“Why not?” He wrapped his arms around himself.

“Cold?”

“Little bit.”

“Come on. Let’s take a shower and get you warm.”

He took my hand and let me lead him out of my room.

“Why aren’t you doing solo shows anymore?” he asked when we were in the hall.

“Just not feeling it anymore.” I pushed the door to the bathroom open. “I started camming to make money, and wemake way more together than I do when I’m alone. It just doesn’t feel worth it anymore. And it’s boring being on cam alone.”

He waited while I started the water. “Are you sure that’s all it is?”

“I’m sure. I’ve been thinking about it for a few weeks now.” I stuck my hand under the spray to test the water. “It’s good. Hop in.”

He pulled back the shower curtain and stepped into the tub. I followed him and stood facing him as he stepped under the water.

“As long as that’s all it is.” He took the body wash I handed him and squirted some on a washcloth.

“It is.” I tried not to stare as he ran the cloth over his body.

We’d started showering together after our shows a few weeks ago, and the only reason I was able to get through it without popping a giant boner every time he soaped himself up was the fact that I’d just come on cam.

“There was something wrong with the lighting in the videos we filmed?” he asked, not meeting my gaze. “I’ve watched the ones I recorded, and the lighting was fine.”

I winced. “Yeah, that was a lie. I just didn’t know what else to say.”

“Why don’t you want to post it?” He turned and faced the water so I couldn’t see his face. “Was it that bad?”

“The exact opposite, actually.”

He froze.

“Can you turn around so I can say this to you and not your back?”

Slowly, he did as I asked.

“I watched some of the footage when I took the night off from camming a few weeks ago.”

He swallowed, his throat working, but didn’t say anything.

“I have no idea how to say this without it sounding crazy, but I don’t want to sell it.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s not for them.” I shook my head. “I told you it doesn’t make a lot of sense.”

“Switch places with me,” he said softly.

We did, and the warm water flowing over my body immediately calmed some of my turmoil. I knew I’d have to explain why I wasn’t putting the video online, but even after weeks of trying, I still couldn’t find the words to describe what I saw.

“It wasn’t for them?” he asked, squirting some body wash into a clean washcloth.

“I wasn’t looking at the camera that night. I wasn’t thinking about making content or playing it up for whoever might end up watching us.”

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