Page 54 of Method Acting

He lobbed the pillow at me but I was already out the door.

I jogged happily down the stairs and was at the bottom before I remembered the elevator existed. I grabbed the pizza and took the elevator back up to his floor. His door was unlocked so I just walked straight back in and joined him on the bed with my back to the wall, my thigh touching his.

I had no intention of moving. Lying all over him was my newest favorite thing to do.

I put the pizza on our laps. “The elevator is the way to go,” I said, shoving the first slice into my mouth. “We should take that from now on. I’ll forgo the ogling of your ass just not to walk up those stairs.”

“Nice.”

I wasn’t sure if he was referring to my comment about his ass or me speaking with half a mouthful of food. I wasn’t bothered either way. “I’ll just have to cop an eyeful every other chance I get.”

He bit into his pizza. “Shut up and watch the show.”

So I did. And we ate the whole pizza, laughed our way through two more episodes, and by the end of the night, I was certain—without any doubt—that if we were dating for real, I would’ve spent the night. In his bed, in his arms.

I wanted to. Hell, if he’d offered, I would’ve been naked and face down on his bed in a heartbeat.

I even considered offering it.

But instead, knowing he’d have told me off and sent me packing and knowing we were about to start filming in the next day or so, I couldn’t risk ruining such a good thing.

The next morning, I found Jimmy and Tate eating breakfast before class. I came down, my mood bright and cheerful. “Morning.”

Jimmy stared at me. “You were home late. Guess your smile says why. You finally got some.”

I poured myself some juice. “Nope. Not like that. But I did have a revelation.”

Tate looked very confused. “About what?”

“About me.”

Jimmy smirked. “And?”

“About this whole dating thing. Being a boyfriend or whatever.” I took a mouthful of juice while they waited. I swallowed, still smiling, too happy to care. “It’s like the best thing ever.”

Chapter Ten

Amos

Being boyfriends with Chase was terrible.

Even fake boyfriends, whatever. He was irritating, had far too much energy, and most of all, he was clingy.

Clingy.

So touchy-feely all the time.

He had to be touching me. Holding my hand, his arm around my shoulder, his leg over mine.

He was like a koala bear with separation anxiety.

He’d said he was a touchy-feely person right from the very beginning. So this shouldn’t have been a surprise to me. I thought I was prepared.

I wasn’t prepared for him.

For the warmth of his body. For the way he’d laugh. For how easily he draped himself over me.

Admittedly, I did put his legs over mine on the bed. But that was only because he chose to lie down and I had to sit where I could see the screen.

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