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Today we have a snippet from ‘Fade In – A Tales of Bryant Romance’, one of my two current MM romance projects. Our word prompt today is “Fall” and in this week’s snippet Devon and Caiden discuss the future, or if there will even be one for them.
This story may have gay erotic scenes, strong social issues addressed and mature language. If those things offend now is the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales blog. Thanks for stopping by!
I studied my salad for a moment, unsure about how I felt about working for this Olander Perry. Caiden reached across the table to tap my wine glass with his bread stick.
My eyes lifted. I gave him a wobbly smile. “Okay, so here’s the thing. While I think that would be a great experience I have a couple of reservations. One is that I honestly do not think I can balance a full course load, and work at Babette’s and intern for Olander. Secondly…”
And my bravado fizzled out.
“Yes, secondly what?”
I wet my lips while rolling the handle of my form back and forth between my fingers. “I think it might be awkward.”
“Because you’re my lover?”
“Yes, and that by then we’ll both be exes.”
“Look at me. Devon, look at me.” I did. He was just too good-looking and I’d been stupid to not keep a safe emotional distance. “You don’t know that come the fall we’ll be over. Or do you? Is there some sort of mystical eight ball you possess that gives you a glimpse into the days to come? If so, give that bitch a shake and tell me if this vampire movie of ours will be a success or a bomb.”
It was nice to hear him say the movie was ours, it wasn’t. I’d been involved for a week. Caiden had been the one to bring it to life, just like all his other projects. The producer did so much behind the scenes from finding the screenplays, securing funding, hiring the director, helping to cast the film, approving the locations, making sure the film stays on schedule and on budget, helping finalize the cuts, working with marketers and distributors, and keeping an eye on box office performance. I had to imagine it was the same for a theatre producer minus the filming locations hassle.
“I just don’t think we should set ourselves up for failure. You’re heading west in a week and will be gone for two months. I think we should just let this be what it is, you know?”
He studied me for a long time, a sad smile playing on his lips. “Yes, of course.” He lifted his glass of red wine. “To us, may our brief but passionate fling always bring us warm and happy memories.”
Copyright 2019 ©by V.L. Locey
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