I smack his forehead, and he yelps before bursting into a chuckle. “Dirty boy.”
“You know you like me,” he murmurs, wrapping a hand around my waist and pressing me closer against his bulge. Heat rushes to my face.
Slowly, my fingers trail over his chest, his eyes sparkling. “I should be rehearsing,” I murmur.
“Something tells me you really don’t want to,” he teases.
I nod, resting my head against his chest, and listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat. “Let’s just stay like this for a while. I’m so anxious about… everything.”
He strokes my hair gently. "I know you'll ace the audition. You're my superstar."
"It's not just that." I admit. "What if Katy hates me when I tell her? I mean, we have had every chance to tell her ever since."
"When you put it like that, it's almost li
