“Say it,” I breathe against his mouth like I’m trying to tame a beast.
His pupils blow wide.
“I missed you.”
“I know you did,” I tell him as I see his mouth open for me.
My body jerks awake in bed right as I’m about to kiss him, and I turn over into my pillow and let out a frustrated groan, pounding my fist against my mattress.
“Fuck,” I say into the pillow.
Why do my dreams always have to end before I canhavehim?
I’m so painfully hard that my dick feels like it’s going to blow. My skin is heated, and I reach below my covers and grip myself hard, fucking my fist and wishing so badly I could fall back into my dream.
I come harder than I have in a long time.
And I come back down to Earth, catching my breath as I clean myself off, and I’m finally tapped out.
When I fall back into sleep, it’s dark and dreamless.
CHAPTER 13
LOGAN
“She’s there. She’srightthere. Fuck.”
We’re in the back of the limo, and Emily just opened the door to the riotous sound of the crowd at the premiere.
She thinks twice, peering out, then swiftly pulls the door closed again. The crushing noise of the crowd falls away.
I slide over on the leather seat, looking out the tinted window.
We’re parked right at the edge of the red carpet of the Lincoln Center, one of the most prestigious venues in Manhattan. Posters forThe Wayward Seasare plastered all over the wall behind the red carpet, and the movie premiere is in full swing. Emily softly whispers the wordfuckthree more times before she reaches for her phone and pulls it out, tapping out a message.
“Marcos told me that Caitlyn wasn’t attending the premiere,” Emily says.
But as I gaze out from the window, I can see Caitlyn Grener right there at the center of the red carpet, smiling out into all of the flashing cameras.
“Cait changes her plans on a whim all of the time,” I say, adjusting my tie.
Emily shoots daggers at me with her gaze. “You know every single photographer at this event is going to try to get a photo of you with her. Every interviewer is going to try to pry.”
“And I’m going to stand there and be gracious.”
I only went to lunch with Caitlyn Grener twice.
But that’s all it took.
I learned what “shipping” meant really quickly when people saw the paparazzi pictures of us together. I’m not in a relationship with her, or anything close. But Caitlyn’s shining star is the only one I’ve ever witnessed burn brighter than mine has.
Caitlyn just became famous a month ago, and she’s been blowing up just like I did last year. A clip from Cait’s self-professed “shitty vampire show,”Bite Marks, went viral online. Commenters exploded, tearing apart the show for being cheesy and having terrible dialogue. But everyone likes Caitlyn. They called her a “redheaded Margot Robbie,” and people have been falling for her ever since.
Caitlyn’s PR team pulled off a magic trick.
After the viral shitshow aroundBite Marks, they had Caitlyn go on a few late night shows and podcasts, and she knocked them all out of the park. She was charming, hilarious, and tailor-made for social media.
We have the same stylist, so we met at a group dinner, then went out to lunch together a couple of times, purely as friends.
