Page 25 of Dreamers Often Lie

“Not if you kiss me during the scene.” I turned to him. I knew that he never kissed during any of his scenes, except for one with Jules, which Cappie marketed the hell out of. If he would do that… “If you do that, I’m game for whatever you want. I’ve seen your videos. You’re not into anything crazy like bloodletting. You just fuck like a goddamn monster.”

“Kiss?” He cocked an eyebrow at me.

“Yeah. You know… Lips meeting lips and maybe a tongue. You want to practice?” I teased and instantly regretted it. A kiss from Ty might rock my world in a way I couldn’t come back from. It would have been better if I hadn’t said anything.

He shrugged. “I mean, it’s a night of firsts for both of us, right? I don’t… I can kiss you,” he mumbled as if it embarrassed him. But the way he looked at me… A small glimmer of hope shined for just a second. It was enough to scare the living shit out of me.

“All right. Then I guess you can have your fucking way with me. You know that’s what you want.” It was better to go back to where we had been. Banter and witty responses felt much safer than staring at him.

“All right then… Stop trying to rile me up. I’m already twisted into a chaotic mess.” He said it so seriously that, for a moment, I saw a glimpse of the real him – the one he tried so hard to hide.

“Do I unnerve you?”

“You surprise me every time I fucking see you to the point where I’m... But it’s… I don’t know what to do about this Jules thing, too. We have to think of something.” He threw himselfonto the floor and started doing pushups. Jesus… Where was my popcorn and drink? It was so effortless and fast that I could feel a twinge in my nethers.

“We? Are we a couple now?”

“Will you stop, or I’m going to make sure that after tonight, you can’t walk for a week.”

“Remember that I also get to fuck you. So be careful with what you wish for.”

He stopped and stood up quickly. “I hated the prep. How do bottoms do that? Jules couldn’t stop giggling as he helped. It was embarrassing.”

“You’re cute when you get flustered,” I said quietly.

“I am not cute.” He made an ugly face, and yes, for a second, he wasn’t that cute.

“No, you’re not cute. You’re fucking hot, and you know it.” I blushed like a stupid twelve-year-old asking their crush out on a first date.

He walked over and stood in front of me. “So are you.”

“Yeah… But one of us has to be hotter, right?”

“You can have the honor.” He reached over and put his hand on my shoulder. That contact was… like a fire.

“No, that’s totally yours. I’m just teasing. You know I think you’re sexy, or I wouldn’t have offered myself up as a tribute to your cock.” I grinned.

“I… You totally confuse the shit out of me.” He walked back over to his chair and threw himself down. He was a fucking mountain of muscle, and right now, he looked like a lost kid.

“I thought Jules took care of that for you.”

“Smartass. He actually wanted to come to watch. I had to say no.”

“Roam wanted to, too. I also said no, thank you.” I snorted.

‘We need to find better friends.”

“Maybe we already did.” I looked back at him and made contact with those beautiful green eyes. He was about to say something, but the knock on the door stopped him.

The door opened. “Are you two about ready? We have the lighting setup done, and everyone is out of camera view. All we’re waiting on is you.” The young man shut the door.

“Who was that?” I asked.

“I’ve never seen him before in my life. He’s probably the next hot twink in one of our studios. We’ll hate him together.”

“I’m nervous. I don’t readily admit that to anyone.” I pulled my shirt off and tossed it onto the floor. “Fuck.”

“I’m nervous, too. I can’t believe that it’s you I’m…”

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