Page 80 of Method Acting

“No. I’m a little sunburned,” I replied, feeling my burning cheeks.

Chase leaned into me and laughed. “So, how did Jaws end?” he asked, and chatter around the table began.

After yesterday, we’d discussed some topics for small talk and banter and the plot points we needed to bring up in casual conversation, and it made the ad-libbing flow so much easier, and thankfully we had a seamless scene until it was time to go to class.

Today’s filming would involve Max and Holly’s story arc, and Jess and Phoebe, so Chase and I were off the hook.

I mean, we’d still have Daniel and Bridgette following us with their cameras, but mostly for small-scene stuff.

I slid the tray into the receptacle and Chase took my hand, smiling as he pulled me out the door. People were watching—some had their phones out and were filming us, which was stupid.

“You’d think they’d have something better to do,” I murmured.

Chase laughed. “You didn’t see? You really need to start checking the socials.”

“See what?” God, did I even want to know?

“Uh, there’s footage and photos of us last night online.”

I stopped walking, feeling cold all over. “Of where?”

He snorted. “On the beach, silly. Where else would they have footage from? Got cameras set up in your room I don’t know about?”

I rolled my eyes. “You could have led with that.” I put my hand to my heart. “Jeez.”

He laughed and pulled me a little closer by our joined hands. “Kissing on the beach. It’s dark and grainy, but it’s us.”

“Fuck.”

“Not yet.”

I groaned. “Really?”

“Oh, yes.”

I ignored the innuendo, the hint, the look in his eyes. “Well, I guess it’s good for the show or whatever.”

Smiling, he bit into his bottom lip. “It was good for me too.”

Oh my god, he was so annoying.

“I have to go to class,” I said.

He stepped in close, his eyes on my mouth. “I’m going to kiss you, okay?”

I could see Daniel out of the corner of my eye, his camera on us. “Okay.”

Chase slid his hand up to my neck, to my jaw, and pulled me in for a kiss. Slow, tender, lips open enough but no tongue. It was incredibly sweet and a little bit hot.

He broke the kiss, and with a groan he put his forehead on my shoulder, his hand on my ass. “Gonna be hard all day.”

I shoved him and he took a few steps back, laughing as he turned to run off to his class. I stood there, gripping my backpack strap, annoyed. With a huff, I turned and walked to class.

Ignoring how people looked at me, ignoring the smiles and hellos from people who never knew I existed before now.

I wasn’t interested in any of their fake attention.

Chase might love it, the way people fawned all over him, but I didn’t have any time for it.

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