“Okay.”I closed my eyes.Keeping them open was too tiring.
“You missed some spots shaving,” he said.
“I’ll do it later.”
He got off the bed, and a minute later, I heard the electric razor going, and I felt it cold and hard on my face.
“You’re tickling.”
“I’m touching you up,” he said.“Hold still.”
He shut the razor off, and then he touched my hair, and then he kissed my mouth, and I wished I wasn’t so tired, but I couldn’t do anything except enjoy it.
“I gotta get ready for work,” he murmured.
“Okay.”
I fell asleep again.When I opened my eyes, he was there, dressed.
“You want breakfast?”he said.
“I can’t eat right now.”
He tucked a protein bar into my pocket and patted it.“In case you get hungry.”He refilled my water bottle and carried it for me.
“My tap shoes are in my backpack.”
He got those for me too.We took an Uber to the set, and I leaned on him the whole way.He kept me upright.And I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew, he nudged me and said, “We’re here.”
We got out, and it was too bright outside, and I had to squint, and then Jack stormed over.
“He doesn’t need to be on set till this afternoon,” he said to Eddie.
“He’s feeling under the weather,” said Eddie.“I thought he could sleep in my trailer.”
Jack looked annoyed.“Are you able to perform, Craig?”
“Yeah.I’ve done stage shows when I was sick.Show must go on, right?”I tried to hide how much I needed to lie down.
“Right,” said Jack.“Eddie, I want you over here in ten minutes.”
Eddie took me to his trailer.In it was a single bed, a bathroom, a chair, and a little table.I lay on the bed and shut my eyes.
“Jack’s mad,” I said.
“He’s been bitchy since yesterday.”
“How come?”
“I can guess,” he said.“He saw me with my shirt off yesterday.”
Now I felt sick in another way.“Oh.”
“Hey,” he said.“You have nothing to worry about.You know that, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Good.”He leaned over the bed and kissed me softly.“Youknow, right?”
