Page 58 of The Dramatic Life of Jonah Penrose
“Should we announce to the world we’re officially no longer casual with a TikTok dance?”
“That is a perfect idea. I’ll choreograph it. We can wear matching outfits.”
Jonah shook his head and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Can’t wait. But for now, let’s go and fuck casual, Mr. Ellis.”
Dexter closed the social media app on his phone. “Yes. Fuck casual. Casual was a stupid idea, anyway.”
“Wow, you’re admitting one of your ideas was stupid?”
“You’re the stupid one for not protesting it.” He slipped his phone back into his pocket and took Jonah’s hand into his as they walked.
“Ah, it’s my fault, of course.”
“Everything is always your fault,” Dexter said fondly. “And that’s why we work.” He smiled before groaning and pulled his phone from his pocket. “Oh fuck, Colbie’s calling me.”
“It’s so late. She shouldn’t be calling you. Don’t answer it.”
“I... should, though, right?”
Jonah could see the panic in Dexter’s eyes. “She should get a fucking life.”
Dexter paused, conflict warring over his features before rejecting the call. “You’re right.”
“Does she usually call you in the middle of the night?”
Dexter cleared his throat and shook his head. “No. Well. No. It’s a bit more complicated.”
Jonah waited for him to elaborate, but when he didn’t, he decided to push just a bit further. “Complicated how? She’s the producer of the show you’re in, how can that be complicated?”
“She used to be a friend.”
Jonah clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth as Dexter dropped his hand and looked back at his phone, his thumbs swiping across the screen as he typed something out.
“A friend?” Jonah played on his acting skills to sound as casual as possible.
“She’s best friends with Stephen.”
Well. Fuck. Goodbye, Achilles.
Dexter put his phone back into his pocket and smiled at Jonah as they walked. A second later Jonah felt his own phone vibrating in his pocket, but he ignored it, fearing it might be a scathing message from Colbie, though he knew it wasn’t likely the case.
“Did your phone go off?” Dexter asked, his own acting skills failing terribly as he sounded far from relaxed.
Jonah narrowed his eyes at him. “Are you a fucking bat with sonar hearing?” he asked but got his phone out to see a message from Dexter illuminating his screen. “You’re such a loser.” Jonah opened the message as Dexter nonchalantly peered at the screen beside him.
The message showed the photo Dexter took of them of them on the tube with a message typed underneath:
Who knew Achilles and Hector would fall for each other?
“Needed to post it somewhere,” Dexter said. “If it’s not online then... might as well send it directly to you.”
“Fall for each other?” Jonah looked from the screen to Dexter as his heart thumped in his chest.
“I know it’s too soon for love. I mean, it took Stephen almost a year to tell me he loved me. But I think... when you know, you know, right?”
“And this is your way of telling me you’re falling for me?”
“Isn’t it kinda romantic?”
