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“You know you still deserve to have this love story. Right?” Charlie swallows a weird lump forming in the back of his throat. Dev’s fingers are still resting in his hair, and Charlie looks up. “You deserve love,” Dev says again, “and I honestly think Angie and Daphne are both good fits for you. I think both of them will love you, Charlie. Just as you are.” Dev steps back. Charlie closes his legs. “Angie and Daphne,” he repeats. Dev nods. “Oh, yeah. It’s definitely going to come down to the two of them. So, breakfast burritos?” Charlie tries to smile. “Breakfast burritos.”
Daphne: [Close-up of her staring down at Angie’s hand on her thigh.] You’ve dated… women? Angie: What, they don’t have bisexuals on the Georgia pageant circuit? Maureen’s note to editors: Cut this entire scene and replace it with the one of Megan and Delilah shit-talking the other women in the hot tub.
The way he feels when Dev touches his hair, the way he feels when Dev touches his hand, the way he feels every single time this man touches him. Those feelings didn’t make sense because he’s never felt them before. Now they make perfect sense, and God—he wishes he could go back to his ignorance.
“Hey, Daphne, I was wondering,” Megan says as she stomps over in a dress clearly inspired by Maleficent. The wardrobe department is not subtle. “Are you going to ask Charlie to dance at the ball, or are you hoping Angie asks you instead?” Daphne turns the same color pink as her Sleeping Beauty gown, and Angie throws a French fry at Megan. “Fuck off, you homophobic twat.”
as Dev’s body dissolves at the touch, his mind gets stuck on an important thought: Charlie hates kissing. Charlie hates kissing, so why is he kissing Dev like his whole life depends on it? Charlie is straight, so why would he want to kiss Dev? Charlie is Charlie—beautiful, brilliant, carefully guarded Charlie—so why would he want to kiss Dev?
TTHE MAN HAS YOU PINNED AGAINST A WALL AND IS KISSING YOU LIKE THE WORLD IS ABOUT TO END AND YOU STILL THINK HES STRAIGHT
They’re pretending the kiss never happened. Or at least Dev is pretending. Charlie couldn’t draw a timeline of Sunday night if his life depended on it, so he has no idea he grabbed Dev’s waist and said those words. Can I please kiss you? Which is fine. It’s better than fine, actually. It’s great. If Charlie remembered the kiss, Dev would be fired by now.
He stares down at Charlie as he straddles him. “Is this okay?” Dev asks. “Um, for practice purposes?” “Yeah.” Charlie’s voice trembles. “Okay.” Dev scrapes his fingers through Charlie’s damp hair. “Is this okay?” Charlie swallows. “Definitely okay.”
“It’s okay to create boundaries with the women, and it’s also okay to ask for what you want.” “I want…” Charlie starts, inhales sharply. “I want to take your shirt off, please,” he declares with perfect politeness. Charlie starts to remove Dev’s shirt, but he does it so clumsily, it’s like he’s never taken off an article of clothing before. “You could help instead of laughing at me,” Charlie suggests. “I literally cannot. You realize my arm is stuck, yes?” Then the shirt’s gone, and Charlie is staring at Dev’s neck, his collarbone, his stomach. Dev stops laughing. “You’re so fucking
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“Dev doesn’t have depression,” he corrects. “Take it from someone who has been in a committed relationship with Lexapro and cognitive behavioral therapy since she was eighteen,” Parisa says, “your handler is in the midst of a major depressive episode.” Charlie shakes his head. She’s wrong. Dev doesn’t struggle with his mental health. Dev is Dev. He’s always happy, always smiling, always thinking about other people. He usually thrives on set, fluttering around to everyone, helping and chatting and feeding off the energy of it all. He’s the most charming person Charlie’s ever met. That’s not the
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“Poor Wayan was still standing right there, holding the massage oil. I’m pretty sure she got an eyeful of my dick.” “Charles, I got an eyeful of your dick,” Skylar clarifies. “Can we all please appreciate the fact that Charlie just said the word dick out loud without hyperventilating?” Dev says, and he raises his soda water into the air to toast. “To corrupting Charlie!” “Hear, hear.”
“Are you going to choose Daphne? Of course you’re going to choose Daphne. It’s what we’ve been planning all season. It’s going to be such a boring and predictable season.” “If I had it my way, Sky, it would be neither boring nor predictable.”
Charlie pulls Dev’s face down so he can kiss his tear stained cheeks. “I love you because you try to understand my brain even though you’re terrible at being patient, and because you’re passionate about the stupidest things, and because you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. I love how you make me laugh. I love your ugly cargo shorts, and I love how cranky you get when you’re hungry, and I love how stubborn you are, and I don’t love you despite those things. I love you because of those things.”