Page 137 of For the Fans
He’s not even Kyran Harbor at all… He’sNot_Your_Baby.
“So, I was thinking…” Avi says, chewing on a red straw in his drink. “We should make my OnlyFans a joint account. People love couple’s accounts. And plus, I’m not really making solo content anymore, anyway.”
I’m listening to him, but my eyes are narrowed in on the straw he’s now biting chunks out of. “Is that a Twizzler in your drink?” He grins wide and nods. “What are you… eight??”
“Are you saying you’re not a fan of my childlike whimsy?” He smirks.
I stare at him for a moment before shaking my head. “You’re an idiot.”
His face slants while he gnaws on that damn Twizzler. “Why are you so tense?”
“I’m not tense…” I lie, feeling stupid for saying it because I’m obviously not doing great, the stress of all the bullshit in my life perched heavily on my shoulders.
“You want me to help you relax…?” His grin widens.
My stomach twists for some reason, and I force myself to appear unaffected by his offer… And not like I’m considering what that would be like just the tiniest bit.
“I’m good,” I huff.
He steps forward, inching closer until I can feel the heat coming off his exposed skin. “But you know I’m good at it…” Reaching out, he slips his finger through one of the belt loops on my jeans, tugging me into him.
I can feel my face flushing, but I stuff it down and shove him away. “Avi, stop fucking around. Let’s just… talk business.”
“But fucking aroundisour business.” He beams, and I roll my eyes. Surrendering his endless goofiness, he sighs. “Fine, sheesh.For someone who’s been having an abundance of toe-curling orgasms, you’re still awfully uptight.”
He eases around me, sauntering over to the couch and plopping down onto it, while I stand, fluttering in place and trying desperately to push away thoughts of him helping meloosen up.
Clearing my throat, I finish my drink, joining him on the couch. He has his laptop in front of him, and when I check the screen, I see that he has two windows open side-by-side. His OnlyFans and his Twitter.
Pulling up the details of his OF profile, he peeks at me. “So… joint account. Thoughts?”
I nod. “Yea. Fine. Whatever you think is best.”
“I’m not going to change the whole thing, but I’ll modify the description to reflect that we’re mostly just… collaborating. Together.” He gives me a twinkly look that spreads bizarre warmth in my chest.
Shifting from the overwhelming notion of this, I clear my throat and nod again. “’Kay…”
“’Cause I’m not… collaborating with anyone else,” he murmurs, eyes flicking to me in between tapping on his keyboard. “Are you?”
“No…” I whisper. “I don’t even want to be doing this withyou… Remember?”
The words feel like acid on my tongue.
Avi’s lashes flutter at my face before he rasps, “Right. How could I forget…”
“I… I think that came out wrong,” I start to backtrack.
But he gives me a grin that looks a little forced and says, “Don’t worry about it. I know what you meant.”
My brow arches. “Do you?”
He shrugs. And now I’m even more confused.
What the hell are we doing?? None of this is making any sense…
When we’re alone together at night, fooling around for the fans, it feels like we’re something else. Two different people. I like the way it feels to be those people. But then I don’t feel like I’msupposedto, and it fucks me all up.
“Here.” His voice cuts into my worrisome thought. “Let’s make a post for the fans. To get them excited about the… merger.”
