Page 62 of Method Acting

His eyes met mine and he held my gaze for a beat. Then he turned and nodded to the dark. “Awesome. Okay, see you here, bright and early tomorrow. I’ll text you before I leave so you know I’m on my way.”

“Thanks.”

He disappeared into the dark, no doubt heading back to his place.

I went upstairs, showered and changed, got ready for bed. I lay there, staring at the ceiling for what felt like hours. Remembering how it felt to sit on his lap with his arm around me. Remembering his face pressed into my shoulder. Remembering his hand on my thigh.

And remembering his face in the dark. How he’d asked me for consent again. How he’d smiled.

How he’d said it was his character that was so touchy-feely. How I’d said my character was okay with it.

When really it was me.

I didn’t sleep for ages, my mind reliving every angle, every moment. And I slept through my first alarm and only realized he’d texted me when I was getting out of the shower.

Shit.

I threw on my jeans and a hoodie, had my socks on and one shoe in my hand when there was a knock on my door.

Who the hell was it? I didn’t have time for talking, I had to get downstairs...

Still holding the shoe, I opened the door.

To find Chase standing there, grinning, Daniel and Bridgette behind him, camera on.

“Morning, babe,” he said. Then he stepped in close, put his hand on my cheek, and kissed me.

Chapter Eleven

Chase

I kissed him.

I gripped his face and planted a soft kiss on his lips. He was surprised, but to his credit, with the camera rolling behind us, he was quick to adapt.

“Morning,” he replied. “Running a bit late, sorry. I slept through my alarm.”

“Because you work late,” I said, going to his desk and grabbing his backpack, shoving his laptop inside while he pulled on his Chucks. His hair was still a bit wet, but damn, he looked good in all black: jeans, hoodie, hair.

Especially against his pale skin and the pink blush on his cheeks.

Damn.

Why did I kiss him?

Because I’d wanted to last night. Because it was all I’d thought about, and seeing him when he opened the door... it felt right.

It’s what Dominic would do.

I mean, it was also what I’d do, but I was in character. I was my character, and Dominic would definitely kiss his hot-as-fuck boyfriend every chance he got.

“I can think of better reasons to miss sleep,” I added.

He looked up at me, tying his laces. There was definitely a for-the-love-of-god, don’t-do-this-on camera look in his eyes. But instead, he stood up and took his bag. “I’m sure you could.”

“Hurry up, I’m starving,” I said, changing the subject and ushering him to the door. Daniel and Bridgette had to back out of the room with his camera, two steps ahead of us, and I needed to be more aware of shit like that.

“You’re always starving,” he said as we bounded down the stairs.

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