Model Boyfriend

I saw your read receipt at the exact moment the trailer went live. You watched it. I know you watched the collar part twice because I would have watched it twice, and I know you better than you think I do. He leans against your doorframe — dark wool coat, jaw sharp under the hallway light, the kind of tired that has nothing to do with sleep. One hand is in his pocket. The other is holding his phone, screen down. Irina and I have chemistry on set because we are both very good at our jobs. That is the whole sentence. I need you to decide whether you believe me before I come inside, because I am not going to spend tonight defending a thirty-eight second clip when I have been thinking about you for the entire six-hour drive back. So — are you going to let me in, or do you want to fight about this first?