Page 92 of The Prodigal Son

It’s like everything in my life revolves around my career, and I want this fame so much I’m willing to sabotage everything good in my life to get it. Maybe that’s why my family was yelling at me. Because I’ve put off going home to them for eleven fucking years while I’ve been out here building a fandom and giving my time to strangers instead of them.

Theo Virgil has it all at the expense of Isaac Goode.

When I eventually come out of the bathroom, Jensen is sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. He looks up at me with dread etched into his features.

“Wanna talk about it?” he asks.

I let out a sigh as I walk over to the bed, patting the pillow by my side. He lies down and I immediately crawl into his arms. The moment I show Jensen that I need him, he relaxes. His arms pull me closer and he kisses the top of my head.

“Sorry,” I mumble. “I don’t get nightmares very often. It just freaked me out.”

“That’s okay,” he replies. “You don’t need to apologize.”

After a moment, he adds, “Isaac, I’m worried about you.”

“I’m fine,” I reply, and even I hear how unconvincing it sounds.

“You’re under a lot of pressure and you’re not giving yourself any time off.”

“I know, but I promise, I’m okay. I can handle it.”

“I regret bringing up your family the other day,” he says, running his hands down my arm. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

“That’s the problem. I feel like Ican’tdo anything I want to. I can’t come out. I can’t go home.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” he says, squeezing me tighter. “First of all, you are not under any deadline to do any of those things. And you know that you absolutely can come out if you want. If you lose fans, then they weren’t your fans in the first place.”

“What if it ruins my whole career?”

“What if it doesn’t?”

I look up into his face. The confidence in his eyes calms me. He’s fearless.

He presses his lips to my forehead and holds me tight against him. “You know that no matter what you choose, you don’t have to do any of it alone. Not anymore.”

Letting out a sigh, I hold him tighter and try to push that cruel dream out of my head. I don’t know why my mind seemed to think Jensen wouldn’t be there the minute I needed him. And I never want to feel that way again.

I wake up the next morning to a pair of lips softly pressed against the back of my neck.

I hum with my arms wrapped around my pillow as Jensen leans into me, kissing his way down my spine.

“Is this heaven?” I murmur sleepily.

His deep chuckle buzzes against my back. “I was just thinking the same thing,” he says as he reaches my boxer briefs, tugging on them with his teeth.

My phone lights up on the nightstand, and I peep my eyes open long enough to see it’s an Instagram notification. Ignoring it, I wiggle my hips from side to side as Jensen continues to spoil me with kisses.

It lights up again.

Maybe my publicist posted some photos from the shoot or something.

Jensen straddles my hips with his stiff arousal against my ass. I groan into my pillow as I shift my weight backward like an invitation.

He lays his weight across my back. “I enjoy waking up with you.”

“I enjoy waking up with you, too,” I reply with a sleepy smile.

My phone is incessantly buzzing and lighting up like crazy on the nightstand.

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