“Something specific you want for breakfast?” he asked, his voice a touch deeper than usual.
“Hmm, I’d like a lobster, please.”
“A lobster?”
“And some pizza, but hold the olives.”
“That’s reasonable. And for dessert?”
“You.” I froze. My careless mouth had gone rogue.
“Me?”
I swallowed. “I’m sorry.”
“For?”
“I didn’t mean it like that.”
He leaned a little closer. “You need to focus on being incredible tomorrow, Jonah.”
“I will.” My cheeks were on fire, my heart drumming.
“And you will follow my lead and listen to my directions?”
I nodded, noticing that he was leaning even closer, enough for me to smell his faint aftershave.
“Are you ready to go to sleep?”
“I…yes.” Although I was bound to lay awake for hours, kicking myself for being so careless.
“Good. Oh, and about tomorrow’s breakfast...”
“I really shouldn’t have said anything. I—”
He kissed me. It took my brain a few seconds to catch on, but once it did, a wave of happiness washed over me, and I might as well have been floating. I kissed him back, sliding my tongue between his parted lips.
When I tried to sit, he held me down. “Easy, Casanova.”
“Too late. You’ve unleashed the tiger.”
He laughed. “Did I now?”
“Yes. I… I really wanted this.” Not that I knew exactly whatthismeant.
“I’m aware you did. As you’ve already learned, I know how to read you, Jonah Carter.”
I waggled my eyebrows. “Can you read me now?”
He stroked my cheek as another flash of sadness crossed his eyes. “This is not the time to take this further.”
“When then?”
“After you score that role tomorrow.”
“I’m gonna score it so bad.”
“I know you will.”
