Page 110 of Declan
Kyler snickered. “That’s why I told him he needs to find a daddy. Someone to keep his feet on the ground, but also spoil the fuck outta him.” The humor fell from his face as a dejected expression took over. “It’s kind of sad, though. We’ve lived together since we were sixteen.”
I reached across the table and grabbed his hand. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, Freckles. I can get a place in Addersfield and stay there whenever I’m not traveling. I can keep going back and forth to see you. We’ll make it work.”
“Idowant to, though.” His gray eyes looked light-blue against his tan skin. “I want to live with you in LA. I’m just worried about him. He’s not the best at taking care of himself. He needs a firm hand sometimes. Otherwise he goes off the rails.”
“I think he’s more capable of taking care of himself than you give him credit for,” I pointed out. “But I understand how hard it is to let go.”
“Fuck, you’re right.” Kyler scrubbed his hands over his freckled face. “He’s not helpless and he was practically shoving me out the door before we came to Greece. I just…I don’t know. Royal said he’d look after him when I’m not there, but stressing is my specialty.”
“Eh, I think a few other things are your specialty.” I smirked when his gray eyes flashed to my face.
He crinkled his nose as he smiled. “You’re so bad.”
“The worst.” I winked.
“How’s Casey doing?” Kyler asked once we’d gotten our food.
He and Casey had met about a month before. To say it was weird having my first boyfriend meet my current one was a massive understatement. Although weird, it was nice. They’d hit it off really well, and it’d been great catching up with Casey. I loved that Kyler liked him, too. Marcus, his husband, seemed like a wonderful guy. Quiet and shy, unlike Casey’s blunt tongue, but they balanced each other well.
“He’s good,” I answered. “They found a surrogate, so they’re working out things on that front.”
“Awesome. They’ll be great parents.”
My phone buzzed, and I glanced at the screen. It was an email from Rita.
“Give me a second, babe,” I said as I clicked to open it. I didn’t like being on my phone when I was with Kyler, but Rita had put URGENT in the subject field.
“It’s fine,” he said before looking at the water. He was wearing aJurassic Parkshirt and the nerd had stolen my sunglasses.
Rita’s message was pretty brief. I was being offered a role for a new action movie. Something about a CIA agent. She had attached part of the script for me to look over, and I clicked the link to open it.
The opening scene was the main character screwing some hooker in his hotel room.
It was somewhat of a surprise to still be given the womanizer type roles. In the months following my coming out, I’d been offered roles for gay characters. Some I’d taken and others—the ones that seemed more clique and forced—I’d declined. There were some roles I hadn’t expected to still be given.
Sure, some of the instances I was mentioned in the news mainly talked about my sexuality—which was annoying. But my career hadn’t changed much.
“Well, Freckles, looks like your Special Agent Pecs is gonna be in some action movie banging some hookers.”
Kyler snorted. He slapped a hand over his mouth and a bit of soda shot between his fingers. He swallowed the drink and wiped at his lips.
“Banging hookers, huh?” he asked with a grin. “Will you have to wear the cock sock again? And more importantly, can I hang out on set and watch?”
“I’d like to seeyouwear one. See how funny you think it is then.” I slid my hand toward his across the table, linking our fingertips. “But yeah, I’d love if you came with me.”
Kyler had hung out with me the month before when I’d shot the sequel to another action movie. Even if I didn’t get to talk to him much during the day, just knowing he was there comforted me. Also, he’d enjoyed visiting the craft service table and pigging out on all the snacks.
After dinner, we walked down the narrow path through town.
The partygoers would be flooding the streets before too long. Some dancing the night away to celebrate. Others to forget. They all had their own reasons. But what they had in common was their love of loud music, drinks, and escaping for a while. Once the sun set, Mykonos transformed from a family-friendly vacation to a vivid nightlife hotspot.
“Do you want to party tonight?” I asked, slowly swinging our arms between us as I held his hand.
“Nah.” Kyler smiled up at me. “A night at the villa sounds perfect. Just you, me, and the hot tub. A few drinks. Or ten.”
“That can be arranged.” I pulled him toward me and brushed his bangs aside. “Anything you want.”
There went his damn nose crinkling again. Melting my fucking heart.
