After we clean off, I find Chase watching that video of me on repeat on his phone.
I grin at him, giving him an upward nod.
“You just came and you still want to watch that?”
“Of fucking course I do. Look at you.”
I laugh, grabbing the TV remote. “Do you want to watchYard Linefor the first time, or not? We can put on that horror series you like if you’d rather watch that.”
“No way,” he says, finally plopping down his phone. “I want to do it.”
He cuddles up next to me.
While we watch the show, I don’t expect much. I know he isn’t into sports, and he hasn’t watched any ofYard Lineyet because he’s had bad associations with football in his life.
Months and months ago, he told me he was ready to watch it.
But I always waved it off.
I didn’t want him to have any negative associations with me in his head, even if it was just through me portraying a character.
We watch through the first episode, though, and he’s periodically gripping my forearm, dropping his jaw.
“You’re so fucking good at this,” he says after it finishes. “Like, you’re a genius.”
“Oh, give me a break.”
“No. This isn’t a fuckingsportsshow. This is a beautiful story about a man’s life, and I’m only on episode 1. Calling this a sports show is like calling Breaking Bad a meth show.”
“I mean, itkind ofis,” I joke.
“Except it’s a thousand times deeper and more complex than that. This was great, Logan.”
I kiss his hair.
“I’m going to cut up some fresh mango,” I tell him. “Want anything to drink?”
“All good, baby. I’m still drinking in your incredible acting.”
Before I get up to go to the kitchen I check my phone really quick.
And a message from Emily catches my eye.
Emily
WOW, Logan. Did you see the email? Williamson and Kone are a go!!!!
“Holy shit,” I murmur out loud.
Chase looks up. “Yes?”
I can’t contain myself. “It’s fucking happening,” I say, smiling wide and tackling Chase back onto the couch. “I got cast as the lead in that Broadway play.”
Chase buries his head against my chest and lets out a little scream. “You’re coming to New York?”
“For at least a year,permanently,” I tell him.
“No more red-eye flights.”
