I shoot a nervous, stop-looking-at-me-like-that smile at Tyler and then pull the reflector up, blocking my face. Brandi walks over. I hear her make small talk with him. I’m in a fog. Did this really just happen? A week ago I ran into him at a bar and fucked him, freaked out and bailed, and now—now I am standing in a room, holding a reflector when he’s about to strip butt-ass naked and pound into this girl in front of me? When I read his email last night, I did question if running into him like that may have been fate, well fate just said fuck you.
