Silence.
We turn to Sadie, whose eyes dart between us, her mouth curled into a smirk.
“I think we’ve got a lot of nice shots, Dylan. How about we move on to the couple photos?”
CHAPTER 06: DYLAN
Well, that was something. I thought Peter was going to lean in and kiss me.
And, damn, did I want him to.
How am I supposed to get through taking these photos with him when all I want to do is slant our lips together and go to town?
Focus.
I can’t be inappropriate. Professor Duncan…Peter, I mean…
Peterwas always one of my favorite professors. Yes, he’s incredibly hot, but it wasn’t just about his looks for me. It was his passion for the art.
And passion is really sexy.
We walk along the path past a few apple trees and approach a creek complete with a waterfall. The sun shimmers off the water, making it sparkle like a diamond.
Peter walks next to me. We’re completely silent, but I catch him casting glances my way ever so often.
Well, I guess he could say the same thing about me, because I’m shooting glances at him as well, which is how I’m catching him looking at me.
Jesus, I’m in my head.
Okay, I have to say something. Anything.
“Are you seeing anyone?”
That’swhat I ask? Good God!
Way to lay it on thick, Dylan.
Peter looks startled by the question. He pulls at his collar and clears his throat. “No, I’m actually—” He stops, and a sad expression washes over his face. “Newly single, actually.”
Newly single.
Great job, Dylan. Bring up his recent breakup. Smooth.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I am too. Not newly single, just…single.”
Perpetually single.
Peter’s eyes widen, and he rubs the back of his head. “Weren’t you seeing a boy in the department? Greg?”
“Graham.” Graham is my ex. If you can even call him that. We dated duringAngels in America.He played Joe, the hunky Mormon who has the hots for guys. “I think it was more of a spotlight romance, if you know what I mean.”
Peter chuckles. “I’ve never experienced one, but I hear they’re a whirlwind.”
“More like a hurricane. At least it was with Graham. He’s nothing if not chaotic.”And a self-obsessed asshole who can’t keep his dick in his pants.“We ended right after the production closed.”
“I’m sorry.”
I wave my hand. “Nah, don’t be. It’s for the best. We weren’t very compatible.”
