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Looking at my reflection, I run my fingers through my curly hair and force myself to respond. “It was good,” I call back before spinning around to turn the shower on.

“I wanted to try something new.”

“Yeah? Where did you learn that tactic?” I ask while stepping under the hot water falling from the showerheads on the ceiling.

“That other guy I’m working with.”

I roll my eyes before soaking my hair. I have no qualms with Walker; I just didn’t know he was into teeth.

“I think I prefer it the other way.” I raise my voice so she can hear me. “If that’s all right.”

“Of course it is! Anything for you.” Her tone is flirtatious, and I stifle a sigh.

“Same time next week?” I ask.

“Sounds good. See you then!”

I haven’t been working with Lucy for long, but we’ve been doing more shoots lately because the other girl I normally work with decided to take a break and return to school.

There are a lot of ways to go about this career, but because of the chance of STIs and STDs, Wren suggested I work with a select few, so I tend to have a rotation of regular filming partners. We get tested before and after a shoot, most of the women I work with are on birth control, and I use condoms for extra precaution.

After freshening up, I dry my hair and wipe the mirror to clear the steam. Staring into my dark brown eyes, I ruffle my hair and blow a puff of air through my lips. My skin is naturally tan even though I don’t spend a lot of time in the sun unless I walk to the gym.

I flex my pecs and biceps and am impressed with my reflection. I didn’t care about my appearance until I started making videos, but over the years, I’ve been slacking off on working out. Instead of going every day, I changed it to three days out of the week. I’m shocked I’m able to maintain the muscle mass.

Before I grow vain, I stroll back into my room and put on a simple gray tee and black joggers. Exhaustion sweeps over me, so I plop onto my bed and stare up at the white ceiling. Silence surrounds me, and I sigh. I often wonder what my life would be like if I’d finished college and never signed up to post videos on Just the Cam. If I’d completed my degree in Physics, would I bea teacher working nine to five? Would my thoughts be consumed with lesson plans? Would I have a wife? Would it bethisquiet?

“Theo!”

With a smile, I chuckle as I sit up. No, it certainly wouldn’t be quiet. Silence is fleeting with Wren in my life.

“I swear, if you gave me the wrong time and I walk in on something, I’m going to strangle you.” Wren threatens me from the living room.

“Walk in here and find out!” I shout.

“You and I both know I have enough trauma to last me this lifetime and the next.”

“Are you saying you don’t trust me?”

The door opens, and I stifle my laugh when I catch her with her eyes closed.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

“After all these years,” I sigh in playful disappointment.

One of her eyes opens, and once she’s convinced it’s safe, she looks at me. “Don’t ‘after all these years’ me.”

“After all these years.” I joke with an old man’s voice.

“After all these years, I’ve learned to take your ‘I’m decent’ with a grain of salt.” She arches her brow at me.

“Oh, come on. It happened once, and I’m sure you’ve seen a guy in nothing but his boxers before.” I meet her expression but laugh when she presses her lips together again.

“Would you want to see me in nothing but my bra and panties?” she fires back.

I look her up and down and smirk. “Honestly?”

“Shut up, Torres.” She points at me, and her cheeks turn red.

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