Page 37 of Your Only Fan
Isaac
Ishake the producer’s hand and take another good look at the space before I walk out of the theater.
I still haven’t decided if I want to take over directing this play, but at least the producer seems level-headed, and the show should be an interesting challenge. But the man’s already cast the whole thing, and I’m not entirely sure I want to work with people I haven’t met.
Hopefully the workshop we’ve arranged to do this weekend changes my mind, but we’ll see.
I head to my car and get in. It’s getting late, and I’ve got a date that I can’t be late for.
Besides, whatever happens with this show, I’ve got another dozen offers, so it’s not the end of the world.
I drive away from the city center and get home with enough spare time to shower and set the mood for Ezra.
He hasn’t said anything yet, but I’ve noticed how much he enjoys smelling the incense I light and how relaxed he looks in the low light, romantic vibe I create every time we meet.
I can’t believe that only a few weeks ago we’d never even exchanged more than a few—professional—words and now we’ve slept together so many times, I can’t even begin to count.
Well, actually, I can, but I don’t want to. Because being with him has become such a routine I don’t want anything to ruin the magic of our illicit, night affairs.
With only a few minutes left on the clock, I double-check my provisions in the fridge.
Ricotta and goat cheese. Mushrooms. A bottle of white wine. Several packs of yoghurt. Almond milk. A bunch of red grapes. A few bars of chocolate. Lots to spoil him with after dinner.
The kitchen timer goes off, and I turn it off before rushing to the bedroom and uncovering my hood from the drawer.
“Hello?” he says from the other room.
How odd. He never usually speaks until after we’ve fucked.
“Hello?” he says again.
Wait a minute! That doesn’t sound like…
“Jesus Christ, Isaac,” Linc shouts as soon as I realize he’s the one in my house and not Ezra.
Shit!
Ezra can’t see Linc in my house. He knows we’re friends—I mean we work in the same department for fuck’s sake.
I turn my head and grab the end of my comforter to cover my very naked self and look up at Linc.
“Linc? What the fuck are you doing here?” I ask.
Linc turns his gaze to the wall, shielding his face with his hand and groans.
“I should have known this was bound to happen again. I’m destined to walk in on you while you’re naked.”
“Uhm… dude, that’s your fault this time. You walked into my house when you know it’s date night,” I yell at him, pulling the comforter around me and getting up. “Now, what the hell are you doing here? You need to go before Ezra sees you.”
I try to drag him out of the bedroom, but he doesn’t budge.
“Is that what you guys are doing? You leave your door unlocked and he comes in unannounced? Jesus, Ike. Are you trying to get murdered?”
I roll my eyes and pull at his hand.
“I’m not getting murdered. I’m getting laid. And you need to go ASAP. What are you doing here?”
Linc’s face drops and he lets me drag him away as he says: “Makayla and I broke up.”
