“Are you the Goldilocks of movies? Here, look for whatever you want.” He passes me his tablet. “Fine then.” He taps some more and pulls up a different folder filled with titles like Donnie Darko, Sin City, and Get Out. “Should’ve pegged you for an action, no brains needed, type of guy,” I say. He taps away on his screen and pulls up a selection. “I could stay for a movie.” Apparently, my mouth decides to send a big fuck you to the warnings running through my head.
This is walking a fine line, and I get the feeling if I stay, shit’s gonna get messy. “Or, I dunno, tell him you’re writing another article.” “I’m allowed to have gay friends, Lennon.” His eyes seem uncertain, as if he doesn’t quite believe himself. Do I move to do that though? Of course not, because I always do questionable things around Ollie, starting with offering to be his fake boyfriend for a family dinner. “A movie?” The bedside clock reads well past midnight, and I should go back to my hotel and get some sleep. “You want to watch a movie or something?” Ollie asks.
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