Morning sneaks in through the small cracks in my curtains. I’m pressed into the solid comfort of Alec’s chest, and pull away, gazing up at his sleeping face. Squinting, I roll over and reach for the phone on my nightstand. It’s just after six.
My article will be up.
When I bolt upright, Alec stirs, sending a drowsy hand up my spine. “What is it?”
“The article went live at nine Eastern. Seven minutes ago.”
He pushes up onto an elbow, leaning his sleepy face on my arm. We watch it load, and my heart scales my windpipe. There are already hundreds of comments. Silently, we read my story together. And then again.
When we’re done, Alec whispers a quiet, “I mean… this is perfect.”
He takes my phone and lies back down to read the story a third time.
I’m afraid to look outside this room to see the reaction from the rest of the world. When it comes to my relationship with Alec, it doesn’t matter to me what anyone else says about this. We have a bond that exploded out of nowhere and deepens every time he touches me. I love him in the frantic grip of pleasure and in the soft, yawning light of morning.
But when Alec hands me my phone back and grabs his own, we stare at each other for a quiet, surreal moment. It might not matter to our hearts what people think, but it does matter.
“Do you think it’s safe to open Twitter?” I ask.
He grins, generously offering two irresistible dimples. “Is it ever?”
It’s true that he and I exist far beyond the reach of the internet, but my career hinges on this article being well received, and his hinges on people believing what Sunny has to say. I kiss him once, eyes open and clear, before looking. After only a couple minutes of scrolling, I can’t help the boasting laugh that escapes. Alec is trending again, but this time he’s receiving an outpouring of love.
I swipe up, watching the fast scroll of hundreds and hundreds of tweets. “This is wild. Do you see all of this adoration?” I pause to read a few and frown. “You have a lot of marriage proposals.” Looking at him, I point to my screen. “There is a person here who has offered to carry your baby if you are so inclined.”
He ignores this. “I already have a few requests for interviews.”
This makes me laugh. “Uh, I bet you do.”
A text from Eden pops up on my phone. I hear you laughing in there. I’m assuming the crushed flowers I found in the entryway last night mean that there’s a man in your bed.
Giggling, I text her back. Some random guy showed up. Good timing. Needed a rebound.
Does that mean Alexander Kim is single? Now’s my chance.
I laugh, and then a new alert pops up on my screen. It’s a follow request from @GigisBottomLip.
“What are you doing?” I ask, grinning over at him.
“Starting my fan account.”
Tossing my phone to the side, I launch myself onto him and let him pull that bottom lip between his. He nibbles his way down my neck and blows a raspberry into my shoulder.
“I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk today,” I say.
“I’m going to be limping,” he agrees.
“You know what would loosen you up?” I ask, pressing my smile to his cheek.
“What?”
“A nice hot shower.” I hook a thumb over my shoulder, and he rolls over onto me, already laughing at what he knows is coming: “You’re more than welcome to use mine.”
Epilogue
Sunny, Yael, and Alec stay in LA for three more days to handle the hurricane of publicity that follows the publication of the Vanity Fair article. When he isn’t fielding interviews, Alec is with me at our old suite at the Waldorf Astoria; he insisted on rewiring my association with the space, painting over those final shitty moments. I guess I did my best to block out the sensation of the sunlight coming in the bedroom, the brightness of the walls, the chill of the sheets against my skin, and the way they heat when Alec slides into bed with me every night because being back in the simple opulence is both a disorienting shock and deeply nostalgic.
Perhaps unsurprisingly, the siblings are invited back to the same talk shows Alec visited only a couple weeks before for West Midlands promo. Except this time, he sits on the couch beside his sister, talking about the Jupiter scandal, sex abuse, his willingness to sacrifice his career for her privacy, and Sunny’s bravery in coming forward and talking about an event of which she has virtually no recollection.