Chapter 16Byron
I suspect that the next week was the first in a long time when JoJo didn’t have to have s*x with anybody. He spent Monday night in my bed, to which he was invited with strict limits. “Kissing and cuddling if you want, otherwise only sleeping,” I said firmly. “I never intended for our s*x life to be transactional. If you stayed with it for a year, I don’t want to speculate about what else you had going on.”
That night, and over the next four evenings of casual dinners with Cole, some tidbits of depressing history were shared. JoJo told us that for the past four years, he’d spent an average of two nights a week in the Airbnb guest house of a sort of friend near Koreatown, in exchange for what he called housekeeping. We didn’t press him for a definition. Aside from that, he
