I stared at my phone like it had just grown wings. Octavia Red. The Octavia Red. NFBusty’s reigning queen of curves and chaos. And I was just Derek, the guy who photographed her once for a behind-the-scenes feature six months ago.
"Maybe," she whispered, "I got tired of performing."
When we pulled apart, sirens blared outside, and someone in the building set off a confetti cannon. Octavia grabbed my phone, snapped a blurry selfie of us—her laughing, me stunned—and typed a caption. NFBusty 24 12 31 Octavia Red New Years With My ...
She stepped closer. Eight... seven...
"Never?" I asked, lowering the camera.
Three... two... one...
She handed the phone back, winked, and raised her flask. I stared at my phone like it had just grown wings
But it was New Year’s Eve. I was alone. My cat, Mochi, had already fallen asleep on my hoodie.