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“Not for long he doesn’t,” Otter says, flexing his arms against his chest. My mouth goes instantly dry.

“Annnnd that’s my cue to leave,” Isaiah says, slowly taking a step backward. “Bear, it’s been… how I normally expect conversations with you to be like. It’s good to know nothing changes. I wish you two the happiest of weird married-dad sex. I’m leaving.”

“Bye,” I say. “Have a nice life or whatever.”

“So that’s a no, then, to the three-way—”

“Leave,” Otter barks.

Isaiah Serna exits the premises rather quickly.

And that’s when I realize the bar is absolutely silent. I look around. People are staring at us.

“That wasn’t what you thought it was,” I say loudly so everyone can hear. “I’m not having an affair, and we’re not weird. We’re role-playing.”

That doesn’t seem to make things better.

“Oh, that’s right. Just watch the dinner theater. I mean, that’s what the gays are good for, right? We’re only here for your entertainment. Well, let me tell you something. You can suck my mmph.”

There’s a hand over my mouth.

I look up at Otter.

He sighs.

I smile behind his hand.

His lips quirk. “Isaiah? Really?”

I shrug.

“You didn’t have to take off your wedding ring,” he says, dropping his hand.

“It’s part of the experience,” I remind him. “Speaking of, why are you being familiar with me? You’re not doing it right!”

“Aren’t we a little past—”

“Otter!”

He rolls his eyes. “Fine. Ahem. Hello. Is this seat taken?”

I bat my eyelashes at him.

He chokes on a laugh. “Or maybe not. I think I’ll go sit elsewhere. You look like you have something in your eye.”

I punch him in the arm. “Sit down.”

He does, asking the bartender for a beer. “So,” he says, sounding amused. “What brings you out to a place like this?”

“I’m a lounge singer,” I tell him. “This is where I lounge. And sing.”

He groans. “Seriously? I told you that—”

“This is fantasy. That means I get to be whoever I want.”

“Fine,” he says. “Then I get to do the same.”

“Fine.” Because the internet said I had to respect my partner’s wishes too. Which was stupid because this whole thing was my idea.


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