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“Is that Instagram?” Donnie’s leaning over to peer at my screen. “I thought you didn’t do social media.”

I pull my phone away. “I don’t.”

He cocks an eyebrow at me.

“I mean, I didn’t.” I lock my phone and set it face down on the table. “It’s for Sebastian.”

Donnie’s smile grows wider.

“It’s for the video,” I try to deflect. “It’s part of the promo and marketing stuff.”

“Uh-huh.”

I growl in frustration and push my chair back to go get a bottle of water from the fridge. Gavin walks in right then.

“Hey, what’s going on?”

Donnie nods at me. “Christian’s in love.”

“Shut up. I’m not—” Except, I am in love. And I have more than a sneaking suspicion that Sebastian’s in love with me too. That’s the only way I can explain what happened in Chicago. The way he looked at me and said my name. How he clung to me while we kissed.

We woke up that last morning in each other’s arms, grinning and giggling at each other like teenagers. We packed up our things and headed back to New York, holding hands and trading kisses like we’re an actual couple the whole way. When I dropped him off at his apartment, we shared a goodbye kiss that’s still lingering on my lips. I almost invited myself upstairs so I could spend a few more hours in his arms.

“Oh damn.” Gavin takes my chair at the table and I drop onto the couch. “You really are in love, aren’t you?”

I don’t even need to answer. The irresistible tug of a smile on my lips gives me away.

“Is it that guy?” Gavin asks.

“Sebastian,” Donnie supplies for him.

“Right, the camboy.”

“And a member here,” Donnie adds.

“Right!” Gavin’s eyes light up at the reminder. “Shacking up with your co-star, huh?”

I glower at Gavin and his crude depiction. Sebastian and I are so far from that, that it’s not remotely funny.

“So, how does that work?” Donnie asks with a genuine look of concern.

“How does what work?”

“You know, the whole sex with other people thing.” Donnie and Gavin both stare at me expectantly and I honestly don’t know what to tell them.

“Well, most of his stuff is solo,” I say, trying to avoid the conversation they clearly want to have.

“Yeah, but he did have sex with other guys. Is he going to keep doing that?” Gavin asks.

I groan and slump down into the couch. We haven’t even talked about whether we’re a couple yet. Of course we haven’t talked about sex with other performers.

Donnie leans forward and braces his elbow on his knees. “Would you be okay with it? If he did?”

How do I explain it to people who’ve never worked in the industry? How do I convey how unsexy shooting porn normally is?

“It’s not really sex.”

I get two incredulous expressions thrown back at me.

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