Page 64 of Method Acting

Ignoring the color on his cheeks—because I’d just kissed him in front of the now-full dining hall—I got up, took my bag, and walked off.

“Okay, cut,” Deirdre said, and the dining hall erupted in applause.

I went back to Amos and he stood up and gave me a gentle shove, but I wrapped my arms around him, and sitting my ass on the table, I pulled him in close.

He didn’t fight it.

“That was great, guys,” Deirdre said. “How’d it feel?”

“Yeah, it was fine,” I said.

“We need to work on the small-talk dialogue,” Amos said. “Even points of interest for us to talk about.”

“Jess did great,” I added.

Amos nodded. “She did.” Then he gave me another shove, this time with his elbow. “And you kept talking about sex. Jesus Christ.” He pointed to Daniel who was now looking at a replay of something. “If you keep throwing me under the bus with all the sexual innuendo, I’ll look right down that camera and tell the world that Dominic cries after sex and calls me mommy.”

I burst out laughing, and this time he pulled out of my arms. “I do have to go though.”

I stood up. “Yeah. I’m headed that way. I’ll walk with you.”

We walked out, ignoring the eyes and smiles of everyone watching us, even though it gave me a thrill. As soon as we were outside, I slung my arm around Amos’s neck as we walked. “Oh, that was such a rush. Doing improv like that. Don’t you think?”

He laughed. “It was fun.”

“The way everyone was watching. This is gonna be a fucking ride. I love it.”

The thrill of the audience, the thrill of the cameras, the improvisation. I loved it.

“And,” he added, “now everyone gets to see you swim laps because you went ahead and mentioned it, so now you gotta do it.”

I was still too buzzed to care. “Me, shirtless and wet. The ratings will be huge.”

He snorted. “Please tell me you wear Speedos.”

“If you wanna see my junk, you just gotta ask. I have no objections.”

He dug me in the ribs, making me drop my arm, and it was then I realized that Daniel was behind us with the camera.

Great.

Amos laughed and cut across the corridor to head to his class. Still smiling, he blew me a kiss. “Have a good day.”

I had to admit, the kiss-blowing took me by surprise, and honestly, it wasn’t Dominic who stood there smiling like a fool.

It was one hundred percent me.

“So how’s it going?” Tate asked. We were at the gym, weight training. It was leg day, but I wanted to work my chest too. If I was gonna be shirtless on camera in an hour, I wanted to look good.

“Yeah, good so far,” I replied, letting go of the barbell. “Though filming just started today. We’ll iron out some kinks and things will be smoother as we go, I’m sure.”

“And how’s Amos? Or Elijah. I dunno which name to use.”

I didn’t correct him, because honestly, I wasn’t sure. “He’s... he’s good, actually. Takes my bullshit and rolls with it.”

Tate laughed. “Perfect.”

“You know, Tate—” I said, stopping myself from using the not-funny nickname. “This whole boyfriend thing ain’t so bad. Did you know the other night we ordered pizza and watched funny shit on TV. Like I would with you guys, but with him. We got to cuddle and stuff, and I realized that maybe dating someone wasn’t so bad. If that’s what dating people do.”

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