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I don’t want to be intrigued. I really don’t. We’re in a porn theatre. How deep could it really be?

But of course, I’m curious, damn it.

Reese, who is still in his hiking shirt and shorts and looks like he should be put on the cover of a hiking goods catalog for his good looks and healthy physique. Yet instead, he’s cooped up in the middle of the day in a strip mall, offering to show me some porn. That he claims has a meaning behind it. How did we get here again?

Right, Patricia. Who would have a small heart attack if she knew I was here right now. And that makes me immediately want to embrace the experience.

“Alright, Reese. Show me your porn.” I say.

“It’s not my porn, Hollywood. It’s my point. I’m making a point here.” He says as he moves a lever on the projector and the film starts rolling.

“Oh, I get the point, Reese. You get lonely in the winter and you jack off in a very niche way that I thought went away when this thing called the internet was invented.”

“To be clear, I’ve never jacked off here. I’m a curious person and couldn’t not know what kind of business was here,” he settles down next to me. “But my point is very simple. You’re wrong about something very important.”

“Oh? And what’s that?” I ask as light jazz music comes out of the speakers and a woman in a pair of heels sits at the edge of a bed covered in hot pink satin sheets.

“Yeah, you did fuck things up between me and my brothers for a moment. But we got over it when we realized there’s another solution.” He says as he looks straight ahead at the film.

“And what would that solution be?” I ask, trying to tamp down the thrum of excitement in my voice.

“Well, we were going to propose it when you came back to Solace Springs. But then you never came back.” Reese says, still not meeting my eye contact.

“No, I didn’t.” I say without the slightest intention of elaborating.

“Then you’ll have to watch and figure it out for yourself.”

I scoff and cross my arms as I sit back in my seat, shifting my focus to the screen. What in the hell is he getting at?

A man wearing only small black shorts and his thick 70s mustache steps into the room and starts to kiss the bleach-blonde star who is still sitting nude on the bed. It hits me that we’re actually about to watch a porn together. I open my mouth to make a joke about there being easier ways to ask if he should grow a mustache until another figure enters the picture. And then one more.

I gasp.

Three men and one woman.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Blaire

“Okay, very funny,” I say, rolling my eyes to deflect from the heat that is lighting up inside me.

“I’m not trying to be funny,” Reese says finally taking his eyes off the screen and looking at me. “You’ve never thought about it?”

I swallow hard at the seriousness in his gaze. It’s not what I was expecting.

And now it’s my turn to look away. Because of course, I’ve thought about it. The first time I thought about it was that summer we started hanging out. The raw attraction I let myself feel with all three of them was so intense that I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I’ve thought about it so much that I ended up in a damn chatroom talking to three guys who I was hoping to date at once. The obsession has taken me over and it started with them.

“I have,” I say softly. And I don’t offer any more than that. I dare to glance sideways for a moment and see a small grin dance at the edge of his lips as he watches the screen.

I watch the men on the screen fight for time kissing the woman. Their kisses grow more passionate as they find their rhythm. She rubs along their lengths that are fighting to get out of their little 70s shorts. It’s ridiculous. But when one of them lays her back on the bed and then they take turns eating her out, I feel my underwear wet with my own desire.

“Have you watched this one before?” I ask, a hush in my voice.

“No,” he shakes his head, eyes forward again. “I thought you might enjoy the ridiculousness of watching a film reel, so I chose this one.”

I smirk. He’s right. I do enjoy the old school flair.

“Have you watched others like this?” I ask, while my eyes are glued to the screen. I don’t think it’s a question I could ask right now while looking him in the eyes.

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