Page 15 of Method Acting

“Yep. Lucky for Dominic, Elijah’s love language is snark and sarcasm.”

“You’re just saying that because you want to be able to be an asshole to me.”

I cracked a smile. “Correct.”

“Ah, boys,” Deirdre said.

Both me and Chase turned to find everyone staring at us, no longer holding hands.

Oh.

We’d missed something.

I dropped Chase’s hands and took a step back, ignoring the smiles from the others.

“Okay, now we’re going to move into group bonding exercises,” Deirdre said. “I want everyone to form a circle.”

Oh great.

I hated these things.

I would’ve preferred to be holding hands with Chase doing one-on-one stuff than group stuff. Group bonding activities felt a little too kumbaya for me.

But we did what Deirdre instructed. Holding hands as a group and doing breathing and yelling exercises. Basic acting stuff. But it was a good way to end the first session.

We took a break, grabbed a drink, not really getting any time to chat—thank god.

“Right, guys,” Deirdre said. “No time to waste. Because now we’re going to be doing some intimacy exercises.”

Intimacy exercises. With Chase Soria.

Fuck.

My.

Life.

Chapter Five

Chase

Intimacy exercises.

Awesome.

For all his brusqueness and prickliness, Amos wasn’t that bad. He wasn’t the asshole he pretended to be.

My guess, without knowing him that well, was that he was an introvert who liked to appear unapproachable so people would leave him alone.

I could respect that.

Because the more I got to know him, the more I liked him. And I could see when he fought a smile or the way his cheeks grew slightly pink.

His tough-guy act was simply that. An act.

And he was a very good actor.

But even though he pretended not to like me, I knew he did.

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