“Hey! I only have a short video today, and I’m gonna copy something August did last year. I assume y’all remember his series of recipes you can make from Thanksgiving leftovers. Well, that’s what I’ll be doing today with food left over from Easter. But, you know, with my own twist.”

His smirk was as cocky as it was sweet. He was an absolute goofball, one who’d earned an impressive following because he was funny, very down-to-earth, and…well, he cursed a lot. Even by a New Yorker’s standard.

Sometimes I wondered if that was part of a PR ploy. His manners, the way he spoke and how he behaved… He just didn’t strike me as someone foulmouthed.

I listened on one ear as he rambled about deviled eggs and slow-cooked ham, choosing to pay more attention to how he moved around in his kitchen. I knew from having followed both him and King for months now that the two lived on a big ranch outside Nashville. They’d cooked in their state-of-the-art kitchen, in their barbecue area by a massive pool, over an open fire on their land, and once on a camping stove set up near an actual barn.

The large window behind Camden revealed a view of nothing but green hills and one long, winding dirt road.

“Fuck me, Easter bunny,” I heard Camden exclaim when he’d dropped an entire egg into a batter of something. A string of other curses followed as he fished out the egg to crack it, and it was impossible to miss the rich chuckle coming from the background. August. “Do as I say, not as I do,” Camden advised smoothly. “We can just cut this out later.”

It wasn’t the first time he’d mentioned editing something out of the video, and he clearly never did.

“So the reason I chose crepes,” he went on, “is because after Easter, I think most of us have leftover eggs that we bought too many of. I mean, don’t get me wrong, we all love deviled eggs, but it takes one egg before my stomach is full.”

I smiled. Maybe it only required one egg because he was little and fucking precious.

Despite living together, and despite that one could often be heard in the background of their partner’s videos, August and Camden had only appeared together in a single clip. At which point their height difference became abundantly clear. I pegged King to be a couple inches taller than my six-two, and I wouldn’t be surprised if Camden were under five feet.