Page 68 of Method Acting

When we got to my place, I showed him into my room and pulled my towel off. I was dry now, but I needed a freshwater shower to get rid of the pool smell. And to give him a full view of my body because I remembered how he’d checked me out earlier.

He walked into my room, looking around. Not that there was much to see. I was just grateful I’d made my bed this morning, not something I always did. I threw my towel over the back of my desk chair. “Make yourself comfortable. Help yourself to anything out of the fridge, and don’t listen to anything Jimmy tells you. I’m gonna grab a quick shower.”

I left him to it, taking the quickest shower of my life. I opted not to jerk off—probably something I’d regret later—and realized upon getting out that I probably should have taken some clothes with me to get changed back into...

So now he was gonna get a full show.

Maybe not taking a change of clothes was the best idea ever.

I went back into my room with a bath towel wrapped around me, wet hair brushed back, and not completely dry. He liked me wet before, so it was the least I could do.

He was lying on my bed, propped up against the headboard, scrolling through his phone. Looking all kinds of comfortable, looking all kinds of hot.

I grabbed some boxer briefs and pulled them on under my towel. I caught the way he glanced from his phone to me and back again. “You just love being naked, don’t you?”

I pulled the towel away with a flourish. “Damn straight.”

I had no qualms standing there in nothing but underwear, but Jimmy chose that exact moment to knock and open the door. “Oh,” he said, stopping and giving me a double take. “Didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“You’re not interrupting,” Amos said, not looking up from his phone.

“Whassup?” I asked Jimmy.

Looking right at me, he lifted his phone and took a photo. “Snapchat.”

I snatched up my towel and tried to flick him with it. “Oh, fuck off.”

He just laughed. “Is that movie thing tonight for everyone?” he asked. “Or just the drama peeps?”

“Everyone,” Amos answered.

“Cool.” He pulled the door shut and disappeared.

Amos was still looking at his phone so I threw on some shorts and then I climbed onto my bed, over Amos, and planted myself in the crook of his arm, my head on his chest. “Whatcha lookin’ at?”

He froze for a second. “Are you all right there?”

“Yep, much better now. Thanks for asking.”

He dropped his hand to my shoulder. “Are you allergic to shirts?”

I slung my leg over his thigh. “Not allergic. It’s just an intolerance.”

His only resistance was a sigh, but then he kept scrolling on his phone. “To answer your question,” he said, “I’m looking at what people are saying.”

“About us? I didn’t think you wanted to look.” I squinted at the screen. “Oh my god, are we a hashtag?”

We were. We were totally a hashtag.

“That’s hilarious.”

He didn’t seem impressed. “Hmm.”

But there were pics of us in the dining hall, pics of him on my lap in the coffee shop the other night, pics of us walking down the hall. Videos of us walking hand in hand. There was even a video of us just twenty minutes ago, walking toward my place. It was when he’d asked Jimmy if he’d watch our Only Fans and I’d laughed and slung my arm around him. And he’d put his arm around my bare shoulder.

Much like he was doing right now.

Another pic of us at breakfast, everyone else sitting normally, but Amos and me... I mean, Elijah and Dominic were sitting far too close, leaning into each other.

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