Chapter 61

“This is Finneus,” he read aloud. “This is me, Russel, too. An arm and a leg, a face and a body, a heart and a mind, we’re not two halves of a whole. We don’t complete each other. We’re each complete on our own, two flawed but individually whole men. Russel and Finneus. Finneus and Russel. This is us.” Finn looked at me. “Wow. I think you should post it.”

I turned so we faced one another. “We might not make as much money if they know the photos are a composite. We might not make any.”

He took a deep breath and let it out. “Them’s the breaks. At least we’ll be all the way honest, right? And this…these pictures…it’s art. Someone might still appreciate that aspect of it don’t you think?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “Art might be a stretch.”

“Uh-uh. It is. It is art. Sexy art,” Finn insisted. “Sexy as fuck art. Dat ass.”

“Dat dick.”

“Your ears.”

“And your eyes.” I looked into them.

“Just the one.” Finn looked into mine.