When Josh doesn’t answer, DeMar clears his throat and swirls the remainder of his wine in his glass. “Al’s got this new project you might be interested in. It’s another Shakespeare adaptation, inspired by you actually.”
“Me?” Josh laughs. “What the hell?”
DeMar smiles—he has such a sexy mouth. The shape of his lips, the dimple in his left cheek, the way his narrow goatee gives his face a heart-shaped appearance. “That duet we did, remember?”
How can Josh forget?
DeMar’s smile widens. “Al loved it, so now he’s doing a montage of Shakespeare’s most famous scenes, changing up the genders and playing around with the characters’ sexuality. Like Juliet falling for Romeo’s Rosaline instead. Hamlet getting it on with Laertes and not Ophelia. Those two girls in Twelfth Nighthooking up in the end. Fun stuff like that. He’s calling it The Queer Bard.”