Page 70 of Teach Me to Fly

I roll my eyes, though a small smile tugs at my lips. “Maybe I always was. You just didn’t notice.”

He closes his eyes and presses his forehead to my stomach, causing something to lurch inside me.

“I’ll talk to him,” he says into the fabric of my shirt.

“And Terry,” I add, lowering my voice into a pout.

He laughs—this time, warm and real. “And Terry,” he agrees.

After a hot showerback at the guesthouse, I wrap myself in my robe and climb into bed, grabbing my phone off the nightstand. Two texts from Lando wait for me.

Lando:

I swear to God I’m getting Wendy’s bitch ass cut from this production.

Who does she think she is!?

Me:

You’re sweet. But don’t worry about her, she’s not worth it.

Lando:

Not worth it? Babe. She called you dead weight. I almost threw hands.

Ballet hands.

With jazz fingers.

Me:

Not jazz fingers

Lando:

Deadass. I was ready to pirouette straight into a lawsuit.

Anywayyyy… where’d you vanish to after rehearsal?

Me:

Reign wanted to try some trust-building exercise. Said it might help with vulnerability for the duet scenes.

Lando:

Okay but like…was it a professional trust fall or a “fall into my arms, baby girl” trust fall?

Me:

Lando:

I knew it. You two are gonna kill me with this slow-burn nonsense.

Me:

It’s not like that.

Lando:

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