Page 100 of Knot Their Starlet

Elijah’s had it out for me ever since we met.

Instead of immediately jumping away from me, Beck lets out a small, disappointed sigh, leaning forward ever so slightly and bumping my forehead gently with his own.

“Got you guy’s coffee,” Elijah grunts, holding up the two cups.

“Both of us?” I ask as Beck takes a step back.

“That’s what I said, isn’t it?” he huffs.

“You don’t have to be a dick,” I huff, rolling my eyes.

My arms immediately cross defensively over my chest. I feel far too exposed being caught like that after Beck’s confession.

He pauses, his jaw working before he lets out a deep sigh.

“You’re right. My bad,” he says, holding out a cup of coffee towards me.

“Thank you,” I say, blinking at him in surprise.

Who is this Elijah and what have they done with the original? Why in the world is he being so nice?

I absent-mindedly take a sip while my thoughts race at a million miles a minute. My eyes widen with surprise.

“This is...”

“A hot white chocolate mocha,” Elijah shrugs.

“That’s... my go-to order. How did you know?”

“You mentioned it in A Day in the Life video you posted a while back.”

Something stirs in my chest as I blink at him.

“You went and purposely looked to try to find my coffee order?” I rasp.

“Why’re you acting like it’s such a big deal?” he grunts, his thick brows drawing down in confusion.

“It’s just... nice.”

Really nice.

It’s not that no one’s ever gotten me coffee before. I put a hot white chocolate mocha on my rider for a lot of my jobs. But I don’t think anyone has ever looked without being prompted and figured it out without me explicitly telling them.

“Elijah can be sweet when he puts his mind to it,” Beck says, leaning over and brushing my arm with his.

I glance between them, not missing the knowing look that flashes between them.

I feel out of my depth.

We’re outside ‌the view of the cameras now.

Why does this... thing, whatever it is between us, feel more real away from the cameras than in front of them?

Elijah’s gaze returns to me, heavy and thick. I have to fight to keep from squirming.

When he’s not an asshole, it means my body has no choice but to notice just how attractive he is. It’s stupid. I’ve spent my entire life surrounded by beautiful people, and I’ve never had this issue.

“Am I interrupting something?” A deep, unfamiliar voice rumbles through the air.