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“Yes, we do.” I waved them all farewell as we went out the door. “See you all tomorrow! Great show today.”

We fell into the corridor and Amos laughed. “So what are we doing?”

“Anything but set design,” I replied. “Oooh, I know. You could do me.”

“I thought you said?—”

“That was past-me. Now-me wants it, and future-me agrees.”

“Chase,” he murmured.

“Just a little orgasm. It doesn’t have to be a big orgasm. Just a little one.”

He looked up to the sky and sighed. “Can I just point out the mixed signals you give? You say you want something, then you change your mind. You say you don’t want something, then you change your mind. How am I supposed to know what you really want?”

“I really want you to do me. That’s what I really want.”

“But earlier you said?—”

“Earlier-me was a dick to now-me. We’ve been through this.”

He snorted out a laugh and dug his fingers into his eyeballs. “You need to make up your mind and stick to it. Now if we do something, you could regret it and tell me you’d said you didn’t want to do anything until the filming was over.”

“The filming is over.”

“For today. Technically it ends tomorrow.”

Now it was my turn to sigh. Because he had a point. I had said we shouldn’t do anything in bed until the filming was all over because I needed to separate us from our characters.

“Fine,” I conceded. “If you won’t give me an orgasm, the very least you can do is give me tacos. I missed lunch and I’m starving.”

I just happened to say this somewhat loudly, and as people were walking past us, they laughed, and Amos let out a long-suffering sigh. “No one appreciates my pain.”

Chapter Sixteen

Amos

I kept Chase true to his word, as difficult as it was. Especially after we ate tacos in the shade at the pier and he offered me one last-ditch effort of an orgasm.

I really wanted to.

God, how I wanted to . . .

But what he’d said was right.

We needed to see who we were when Dominic and Elijah no longer existed and we were just Chase and Amos.

And to be fair, what I’d said was right too.

He needed to stop saying shit he didn’t really mean. I got that he joked a lot and he was very new to relationships, but we needed to talk.

If we were gonna do the whole boyfriend thing, that was.

And I was pretty sure that’s where we were headed.

Did I want that?

With the most infuriating guy I’d ever met?

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