Page 111 of Method Acting

The warmest, most wonderful guy, with the most heart-stopping smile and kindest eyes I’d ever seen. Who was funny and loving, and vulnerable. Who shared my passion and my dreams.

Yeah, I was pretty sure I did.

But we needed to talk first.

“So, about tomorrow,” I hedged. We were sitting on the steps facing the ocean. The mid-afternoon sun was getting low, the breeze was cool, and people were, thankfully, leaving us alone.

And now was as good a time as any.

“Yeah?” he replied. “Will there be orgasms tomorrow?”

I snorted. “That depends.”

“On what?”

“What we decide. When the filming’s all done and we have no obligation to hang out together.”

“Obligation?”

“You know what I mean. If we decide if we wanna be boyfriends in real life.”

“I’ve already decided.”

“But you were the one who said you wanted to wait.”

He sighed. “Earlier-me has a lot to answer for.”

I snorted, but this was exactly my point. “You need to work on your communication skills before I agree to anything.”

He shot me a look. “I was just kidding.”

I stood up and wiped the sand from my ass. “We should sleep on it.”

“Amos,” he said, holding his hand out. I thought he wanted me to help him up, but he didn’t. He just wanted to hold my hand. “Real talk. God, this is hard. And awkward. Why is my heart beating so fast?” He put his hand to his chest. “Is this normal or should we call 911?”

I snorted. “I’m glad you wanted to have a serious conversation.”

He pulled on my hand. “I’m sorry. I joke when I’m nervous. It’s easier for people to think I’m joking in case it all goes to shit. That way they’re laughing with me and not at me.”

Oh man.

There’s that vulnerable side to him again.

“I wouldn’t laugh at you.”

“I already know my answer. I know what I want. And before you make your decision, I need you to know I’m serious. And I’m sorry about before. I freaked out and panicked because I thought you didn’t like me the way I like you. And it felt like I’d put myself out there—though technically it was Jimmy who threw me under the bus—but the way you reacted, I thought you were horrified, and it was the first time in my life that I’d ever admitted to liking anyone?—”

“The way I reacted? I didn’t react. I was in shock.”

“But it wasn’t a good reaction.

“He said you were in love with me!”

He blinked fast a few times and his mouth opened a second before the words came out. “And I don’t know if he’s wrong.”

Oh.

Oh, holy shit.

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