Chapter 1“My agent thinks we should make a s*x tape.”
Finn made this proclamation from their couch, where he’d been alternately making decorative citrus garlands and checking email, legs stretched out atop pillows. He also glanced down at Wes, clearly just to see the reaction.
Wes paused amid a snowdrift of student papers to say, “And who would be the ‘we’ in that case, because it definitely doesn’t involve me,” and scribbled a note about historical clarification and fourteenth-century sumptuary laws in a margin. “And if you say Santa Claus I’m hiding all your Christmas decorations.”
“Might be fun. Jolly. Coming down someone’s chimney. Gumdrop—”
“Please stop there.”
“But now you’re picturing it. Anyway, she thinks it’d be, and I quote, a good way to spice up my image.” Finn leaned dow
