“The chaise lounge,” Jenna supplied.
Marcus just shook his head, grinning. “He was the linchpin .”
Leo sat in his chair for a long time. He looked at his own reflection in the dark monitor. He touched his forehead—a phantom itch where the marker had been. He didn't remember the Fireball. He didn't remember the ice cubes. He didn't remember the tax rebate. Sleeping Guy Misses A Great Threesome 720p.wmv
He’d thought they’d just been nice, letting him crash.
He double-clicked.
He closed the video file. Renamed it to Do Not Open – Seriously.wmv . Then he opened a new document and typed:
“Is this thing on?” A girl’s voice, husky and laughing. It was Jenna. Leo remembered Jenna—her purple hair, the snakebite piercing, the way she could drink anyone under the table. The camera swung wildly, catching the corner of a cluttered living room. Red cups. A fog machine’s lingering haze. “The chaise lounge,” Jenna supplied
“The inspiration ,” Miami corrected, leaning over to plant a slow, deliberate kiss on Marcus’s lips. Then she turned, cupped Jenna’s face, and did the same.