Page 67 of Sebastian

Noel: Have you seen this?

It’s a link to an Instagram account profile.

Chris Preacher. “Legendary” adult performer. One half of #Chastian.

I sit up and stare at my phone. What the hell? Christian doesn’t have an Instagram account. He doesn’t have any social media. I would know.

There are a few photos posted already. Ones of us from Chicago and from some of our “dates.” Other selfies he’s taken in bathroom mirrors. Those look like they were taken at Mars. He’s shirtless and if he’s wearing pants, they’re riding too low for the camera to capture.

He’s up to a thousand followers already and he couldn’t have created the account that long ago. Maybe while we were in Chicago? In the few days since we’ve gotten back?

The link on his profile goes to my OnlyFans page and I'm stunned. I honestly don’t know how I’m supposed to feel about this. Happy that Christian’s jumping on the promo bandwagon? Grateful? Guilty that he feels he needs to be more active on social media for my sake?

Yes, that’s the one—guilty. It creeps through me, slithery and slimy and gross. He didn’t need to do this. I hate that I might have pressured him into something I know he doesn’t want to do.

I check the time. Christian’s still at work for several more hours, but if I’m lucky, maybe I can catch him between appointments. I stuff my phone in my pocket and head for the door.

Christian is finishing up with a client when I get to Mars so I grab a seat by the juice bar and shoot Noel a text to.

Sebastian: How did you find this?

Noel: It’s everywhere. Everyone’s talking about it. How did you not know?

Sebastian: I don’t know. I’ve been busy.

Noel: More like distracted.

I send him a middle finger emoji.

I look up from my phone to see Christian coming toward me. His eyes are locked on mine, his lips are curled into a smile that makes me think he’s going to devour me. I stand to greet him and he pulls me right into a kiss like I haven’t seen him in weeks—it’s only been hours.

“Hey,” he whispers against my lips.

“Hey.”

“This is a nice surprise.”

I snort and hold up my phone. “You’re one to talk about surprises.”

Christian’s brow furrows, then shoots up to his hairline. He reaches up to rub the back of his neck. “Oh. That,” he says with a hesitant expression.

“Yeah. That.”

He sighs and drops into the chair I vacated, then pulls me into his lap. I loop my arm around his neck as he settles me snugly against him.

“Not that I’m complaining or anything, but… why did you do it?”

He shrugs. “You work so hard and I wanted to do something to help. It seemed like the easiest and fastest thing to get going. Is that okay?”

I chuckle and tilt my head. “You’re asking me? I should be asking you.”

Christian plants a kiss on the corner of my lips and sighs. “Honestly?”

I scowl. “Of course, honestly.”

He winces. “I’m not sure yet.”

Fuck. That guilt wriggles up in me and makes my stomach turn. “You really don’t have to. Especially since you retired because of burnout. Social media is worse than anything you had back then.”

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