I crick my neck to loosen the suddenly tight muscles. “I know I’m being ridiculous, but I don’t like the thought of you doing that scene with anyone but me.”
“Then maybe you should audition?” He arches a brow.
I crank out a laugh. “Funny, but no. I would suck. I think I’ve just proven that.”
“I happen to like how you suck.” His lips curve at the corners, and my eyes automatically lower to his crotch.
“You really do like how I suck, huh?” I play along, watching his dick harden.
“Baby.” He grabs his boxers, pulling them on, chuckling as I pout. “We need to talk about this, and I can’t do that if we’re both naked.” I dress in my underwear as he continues. “I don’t want you to worry. You know I only have eyes for you. You’re the love of my life, Viv,” he adds, pulling me onto his lap.
“I know that, Reeve, but it’s not just this scene. Abby and Cam have this epic, explosive kind of love, and you’ll really need to inhabit his persona to pull it off in a way that will justify the plot and pay homage to the character. You’ll need to be passionate with her. That’s what worries me.”
“I know how to separate my personal feelings from my role. It will only be acting, babe.”
“It’s not you I’m worried about. It’s whoever they cast as Abby.” I chew on the corner of my lip. “I still want to punch Marnie Gibson for shoving her tongue down your throat duringRomeo and Juliet,” I admit, my fists clenching as I recall how she used to paw at him during rehearsals. Everyone knew we were in love, and Reeve told her time and time again to cut it out, but she loved pushing my buttons, and we almost came to blows on several occasions. She still smirks at me whenever I pass her in the hallway, and I still want to throat punch her until I wipe the smug grin off her face.
Reeve has taken a leading role in every school play, but that was the only part that required him to kiss his leading lady. I was jealous as fuck, and it doesn’t bode well. I hate that I’m worrying, because I trust him completely and it shouldn’t be a big deal. I need to trust in him and our love and accept this is the way it will always be.
He tucks my hair behind my ears, dotting kisses along my cheeks. “Her breath smelled like rotten farts, and I almost puked every time I had to kiss her.” He grimaces, and I grin, his words helping to ease some of my tension. He cups my face, locking eyes with me. “It wouldn’t matter if they cast Gal Gadot opposite me. I’d still have zero interest. You are all I see.”
I purse my lips. “Now I know you’re lying. I’ve seen you drooling over her. Don’t deny it.”
“That was the Wonder Woman costume, and trust me when I say every red-blooded male got hard watching that movie.”
“Gross.” I place my hands on his shoulders, exhaling loudly. He looks troubled now, and I’m not doing this to him. I just need to get over myself. “It’s fine, Reeve. Don’t mind me.” I kiss him softly. “I know I can trust you. I’m just being silly.”
“Youcantrust me.” Lifting my hand, he kisses the soft skin on my wrist. “You can trust me one hundred percent.”
I do trust him, but I have a sixth sense it’s not him I’ll have to worry about.