"Bro," Tommy cut in, leaning forward with that half-grin he'd stolen from me, "after everything that's happened between us since we were kids until now, you think I'd judge? You went from virgin to viral to… whatever the hell you are now. I'm just impressed by the character development."
'This is why Tommy's the ride-or-die. No judgment. No lectures. Just front row tickets to my villain arc.'
"It's actually two interviews," Madison said, because she lives to narrate my resume. "Wellness center and escort agency. Our boy's diversifying his portfolio."
Mia tilted her head, then quoted: "From each according to their ability, to each according to their needs."
The table went quiet.
"What?" she shrugged. "I took political theory too. Sex work is work."
"Marry her," I told Tommy instantly. "Like, skip dessert, do it right here."
"Already in the business plan," Tommy said, deadly serious. "Slide forty-seven of the relationship roadmap."
"There's more slides?" Mia gawked.
