It doesn’t matter that Frankie was already awake. That’s no one’s business. What does matter is that Frankie did his job by giving his tenant two sets of keys, per the lease, and Valentino got locked out of his apartment anyway; he probably lost his keys in whatever alley he met that boy he’s brought home. Valentino Prince? More like Valentino Princess.

Frankie will be keeping Paz far away from Valentino. There have been enough red flags as is that there’s something off about Paz, and so help him if he ever tries bringing another boy home. Frankie will go into his closet so fast and grab his—

Deep breaths.

If Frankie is being honest—and he is, you better believe that—what’s really upsetting is that he still hasn’t heard from Rolando. Hasn’t he ruined enough people’s lives already? The next time Rolando needs a favor, Frankie will take his sweet, sweet time getting it done, you better believe that too.

He dumps the rest of his coffee into the sink. He looks out his kitchen window, missing when he could look across the way and find that gorgeous, scrappy young woman in her apartment; she was always up late with different lucky men and women. But she’s moved out, and now Valentino is there, hugging that boy by the window. Frankie closes his curtain, no longer interested in anything happening within those walls.

He grabs a beer from the fridge and starts chugging, hoping to drown out his many frustrations.

All he wants is a lead on a Decker he can follow around.

How hard can that be?

Orion

3:33 a.m.

This isn’t how I imagined a boy bringing me home.

For starters, I’d thought I’d be able to buddy up with his parents or guardians, maybe some siblings and friends too. I’d be true as shit to myself, but also hype up my better qualities, like my writing and how I keep it moving even though I’ve got this heart that’s trying to stop me. Then we’d all crack jokes over some meal before I’m trusted to chill with my guy in his bedroom, where he does a lot of his living.

Instead, I’ve been playing doctor to a Decker in an empty studio.

But this Valentino hug is mad nice. I enjoy it while it lasts, and as much as I want to keep staring at his blue eyes and heart-shaped lips, I back off so he doesn’t get it twisted. I really did come to help him, not mess around.

It’s kind of a dark thought, but I bet people are going to pursue Deckers in the future to get off and move on, no strings attached; I make a mental note to tell Dalma to not create that app.

“So where should we start?” I ask.