Page 69 of Method Acting

And we had no idea people were taking photos. Sure, the cameras were on us, but these were candid photos by other students. No wonder people were asking questions about whether we were together or not.

I was beginning to ask myself the same thing.

I couldn’t take my eyes off us.

“We make a fucking hot couple,” I said.

He snorted as he scrolled to the next pic. It was us in the coffee shop with all the cast, Amos on my lap, my arms around him, my face pressed into the back of his shoulder.

Jesus.

“Did you know people were taking photos of us?” he asked.

“Nope. Did you?”

“No.”

“I mean, I know the cameras are on us. Daniel’s never far away. But other students? Not a clue.”

He kept his thumb on the photo of us at breakfast, studying some detail, before he scrolled onto the next one.

Which Jimmy had taken five minutes ago.

Me in my goddamn underwear, Amos lying on my bed.

“I’m gonna kill him,” I said. “I didn’t think he’d actually post it.”

Like he was listening, my door opened and Jimmy stood there, camera ready again.

“Hey, asshole,” I said, trying to get up.

“Two hundred and eighty-four likes in five minutes,” he said, grinning like the shithead he was. “For what it’s worth, I’m on the they’re-not-acting side of the fan war.”

Amos surprised me by hooking the pillow from behind his back at Jimmy’s head so fast, he had to duck and pull the door shut. “Fuck off.”

Jimmy laughed from behind the door and I grumbled. “I’ll kill him later. I’m too tired to get up.”

Amos settled against the headboard, and I put my head back on his chest. I wasn’t lying. I was tired after overdoing it again at the gym and in the pool. And he was much too warm and comfortable.

He zoomed in on the pic of us, zooming in on me in particular.

“Looking for something?” I joked.

“Just checking it was decent, nothing showing, if you know what I mean.”

“My junk? I’m in my underwear. It doesn’t hide much.”

“They’re black, at least—helps hide outlines.”

“Jesus Christ.” I took his phone and zoomed in to see if the outline of my junk was at all visible. Thankfully, it wasn’t.

I relaxed and he took his phone back. “Your swimming trunks are more revealing than your underwear.”

“Oh, yes. And don’t think I didn’t not notice how you appreciated those swimming trunks.”

He stilled, frozen. “I did not.”

“You absolutely did. And you just gave yourself away because you should have said it was Elijah checking out Dominic.”

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