Page 10 of Missing Linc
And, of course, my inner child laughs.
“Sorry. I meant to say, what’s your story? You study dance but you auditioned for a danceless play? What’s going on there?”
“Can’t a guy love both?” I ask.
“Of course.”
We gaze at each other for a few moments before he breaks the connection and attempts to get another brain freeze.
“I applied for both departments. The Acting Department turned me down. Dance Department took me in. So…”
“Whoever turned you down in my department was an idiot,” he mumbles.
I chuckle.
“Thanks,” I say. “So, yeah. I’ve been dancing since I was five. Mom forced me into ballet, but I got into contemporary. And then I went to a performance that was part play, part contemporary interpretive dance, and I realized I love acting, too. And that’s my story, I guess.”
“It’s a good story.”
Oh, Linc, don’t give me any more compliments. You don’t know what kind of storm they’re creating inside.
His voice is like sweet tea. Smooth, fruity, and addictive. It does things to my stomach and further south.
Fuck. Stop it, Cam.
I order another drink. Linc adds some shots to our order. I have no idea how long we’ve been here or how much I’ve had to drink, but the room is definitely twice the size from when I walked in.
“I should probably head home,” I say.
I stand up and fall back down again.
Well, I would have if Linc didn’t catch me. As it is, I’m in his arms and his four eyes are looking down at me with concern.
When did he get four eyes?
“I think you had enough, buddy. We’ve got a big day tomorrow.”
“We?” I ask.
What are we doing tomorrow? And why are we doing it together?
“Yeah. Rehearsals? Tomorrow?” he says.
Fuck. Great impression I’m making here. Not only does this guy know I’m not of legal drinking age, he’s also my director and I got wasted the night before rehearsals. I’m such an ass.
“Yeah. I should get home,” I say, and he helps me stand up.
“Come on. I’ll help you get a cab,” he says.
“Oh no, no, no,” I screech as we stumble out of the fine establishment and the cool night air hits me like a punch in the face.
Might as well have been a punch because I can feel my guts hurling.
But I’m stronger than this. I will not throw up in front of Linc. I will not!
“My car is right there,” I say.
Linc leans his head away from me and raises all four eyebrows. Damn it. Even as an alien with four eyes, two noses, and two mouths he still looks hot.
