Page 51 of Method Acting

Amos’s phone beeped with a message and I saw Deirdre’s name on the screen. He tapped on it.

Casting just went out. Enjoy!

There was a link, which he clicked on, and there on the screen was the list of the cast.

Our names alongside our character names.

Chase Soria as Dominic Davis

Amos Beddington as Elijah James

I looked at Amos. “Well, Elijah. It’s out there now.”

“So it is,” he replied, meeting my eyes. “Dominic.”

I didn’t even mind him calling me that, because our faces were just a few inches apart, and while Amos would never look at me like that, Elijah would.

Method acting sure was a mindfuck.

Taylah and Georgia were suddenly at the table. “Hey, Dominic,” Taylah said with a drunk grin. She held up her phone. “And Elijah. Looking forward to the show.”

“I knew there had to be a reason,” Georgia said, looking at me.

A reason why I’d declined her offer the other night.

“Something like that,” I said before sipping my drink. Because man, in that moment, I’d pick Amos a hundred times before I’d pick her.

Why?

I wasn’t sure.

Because maybe you like the whole fake-relationship thing more than a meaningless fuck.

Fake relationship? Or the idea of a real one?

I downed my drink trying to shut that voice up.

“I think that’s my cue,” Amos said. He slid his empty glass into the middle of the table and stood up.

“Yeah, okay,” I said, knowing he was never staying long. I gave Jimmy and Tate a nod. “Catch you guys later. Bye, girls.” I gave them a parting nod, took Amos’s hand, and pulled him through the crowd.

I didn’t let go of his hand, not even when we were outside, the cool air a welcome reprieve.

“You can stay,” he said, facing me.

“Nah, I can’t.” I tried to roll some tension out of my shoulders, giving his arm a bit of a shake because I was still holding his hand.

I didn’t want to let go of it. No clue why. I just needed the contact. The connection.

“I wasn’t feeling that tonight.” I nodded toward the way back home and we began walking. “Kinda glad to leave if I’m being honest.”

“So are we holding hands the whole way back?”

I gave his hand a squeeze. “The whole way.”

He was trying not to smile, and it plucked at something inside me.

“Those girls,” Amos said after a bit. “Was that Georgia?”

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