Jeremy tossed the small paper bag on the bed that contained a six-pack of beer and a large bag of nacho cheese tortilla chips he’d picked up on his way back from the restaurant. “Dinner is served,” he mumbled to the empty room. He kicked off his shoes, took a swig of his beer, and stretched out on the bed. After a few long, slow gulps, his mind drifted toward Alan and Dylan. He pictured the two of them in the booth, laughing, flirting with each other over their dinner and drinks. He mentally placed himself in the booth with them. He remembered how it felt to have the attention of Alan all to himself and understood the attraction Dylan felt.
The night in Morocco started off the same way, over drinks. They had just finished their first major photo shoot together. Their emotions were high. O
