“Well, let me know if it becomes a problem, okay? I want everyone on set to feel comfortable, and if he’s making you feel any kind of way, I want to hear about it.”
I suppressed the urge to smirk. Micah was definitely making me feelsomekind of way, but I didn’t think that was what Max was talking about. “Sure thing. Thanks for looking out for me.”
“Anytime. Now I’m going to head back with Gideon and Brooks, but don’t hesitate if you need me.”
He headed inside and I took the opportunity to step away and see if I could find Micah. “I’ll be right back,” I said to Tyler. “Going to get some water. Need anything?” He shook his head and I made my way to the production trailer.
The trailer door was closed as usual, and I knocked twice before pulling the door open, the cool, conditioned air rolling out and hitting me in the face and chest. I hummed gratefully and stepped inside, closing the door behind me.
At his desk in the back of the trailer, Micah looked up at me, a grin spreading over his features. “Hey there.”
“Hey,” I murmured, moving toward him and perching on the edge of his desk. “I thought I’d come get some cool air and water.”
“I bet you did,” he said with a smirk.
I hesitated before speaking again, not sure whether he’d want to know he wasn’t being as discreet as we’d hoped. “I just spoke to Max. He says you have a crush on me.”
Micah’s eyebrows shot up and he coughed, seeming surprised. “Sorry. Wait. He told you that?”
I couldn’t help the grin that I gave him. “He did. Cornered me after they got the shots he wanted and told me in private. Said to let him know if you ever make me uncomfortable or anything.”
“AmI making you uncomfortable?” When I shook my head, he placed a hand on my knee and trailed it up my thigh. “How about now?”
I swallowed hard, blood rushing to my cock already. What was wrong with me? I hadn’t felt like this about someone since I wasa teenager, getting hard in the middle of the day for practically any reason. “Not yet.”
Micah pressed a hand to my groin and my breath hitched. “Now?”
Before I could respond, the trailer door swung open. Micah yanked his hand back and practically jumped up off of the desk, my heart racing as I adjusted myself to hide my erection. A moment later, Kieran stuck his head in the trailer.
He gave us a strange look, his brow furrowed, before speaking. “Sorry to interrupt. Brooks needs you on set. Something to do with Sterling being a diva again.” Sterling was the host of the show, and he was usually pretty low-key, so I assumed the diva title was more teasing and friendly than accusatory.
“Not interrupting anything,” Micah murmured. “We were just talking about the show.”
Kieran nodded slowly. “Right. Well, my lips are sealed.”
“Fuck you,” Micah muttered, no venom in his voice. He stood and gave me an apologetic look. “Talk to you later.”
“Yeah, sure thing.” Once the door closed behind them, I sat back on the edge of the desk again, letting out a long, slow breath.Jesus, that was close.
The rest of the day went off without a hitch, with Micah and me studiously avoiding being seen together. I had physical therapy for my shoulder after work, and once that was done, I headed home, starving and tired, ready to settle in for the night. Once I was home, though, I realized how empty my house felt without him there. The feeling just amplified when I went to bed alone, and I tossed and turned for a long time, wishing desperately that Micah was there with me.
Chapter 22 - Micah
Kieran cornered me before work the following morning, just as I was pulling on my sneakers. “Hey,” he said, stepping between me and the door.
“Hi.” I frowned at him, confused.
“So listen. What you do in your own time is your business, right?”
I sighed, suspecting I knew exactly where this was going. “Yes, yes it is. Why do you ask?”
“I know you and Asher are… something. I don’t know what, exactly, but you’re both really shitty at hiding it.”
I tried to pretend I didn’t know what he was talking about. “Sorry, what?”
He rolled his eyes. “I saw you checking him out yesterday. Everyone saw. And he was returning it right back. You were practically eye-fucking each other right there on set.”
I hummed and looked at my sneakers. “You’re really reaching.”
