Mateo finally glances at me, the corner of his mouth twitching up into a cocky grin. "When the nice people of Hollywood inevitably turn our life into a bestselling book and a movie, the entire states of Alabama and West Virginia are going to hate you." He says this with such unwavering confidence that for a second, I almost believe him.
I snort and nuzzle deeper into the crook of his neck. "Mateo. They are not going to turn our life into a movie."
"And what makes you say that?" He tries to crane his neck to look at me, but since I'm tucked firmly against him, he only manages to nudge me with his jaw.
I reluctantly pull away from his neck and rest my head on his shoulder instead. "Because we're too gay. And our story isn't about us coming out. That's literally the only way Hollywood lets gay people exist on screen."
"You must not watch a lot of new TV shows,"
