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“Well,I’mexcited,” I interjected. “I just hope I don’t look like a goofball in the movie.”
The director called Declan and Jennifer down to the front with him and made an announcement before the movie started. They spoke a little about the filming and said they hoped everyone enjoyed the movie before taking their seats again.
The lights dimmed and the room quieted down.
Declan grabbed my hand as the movie started.
I dropped my gaze to our joined hands and fought a sudden onrush of tears.
When we’d first begun seeing each other, he’d only shown me affection behind closed doors. Same for when we’d gone to Greece. So many times I’d wanted to hold his hand as we’d walked down the street.
And here he is holding onto me in front of all these people.
“You okay?” he whispered.
A tear escaped my eye and I nodded, holding his hand tighter. “I’m perfect.”
Declan’s eyes crinkled around the edges before he leaned in to brush his lips to mine. “Yes, you are.”
The movie was pretty good. The best part was seeing Declan’s reaction to watching himself. For someone who was normally so confident, it was endearing to see him be a little self-conscious every time it showed him shirtless on the big screen. Which was often. Pretty sure it was in his contract at that point; one guaranteed drool-worthy Declan Price shirtless scene.
When I recognized the coffee shop, I sunk down lower in my seat.
Oh god. Here it comes.
My goofy ass appeared on screen, waiting for my coffee. Declan entered the shop and approached the counter. My stance looked way too stiff. That’d been after, like, ten failed attempts, too. It was a miracle they hadn’t fired me and gotten someone better.
And then it happened.
In the movie, I grabbed my coffee and spun around just as Declan moved to the side, and I crashed right into him, spilling coffee all over the front of his suit. The terror on my face as I profusely apologized was pure gold. No acting required, either. I’d almost shit myself in that moment.
“Fuck, I love you, baby.” Declan quietly laughed as he watched me on screen.
The rest of the audience laughed, too.
I grinned. Maybe I had a future in movies, after all.
An after-party followed the screening. Even though I’d only been an extra in the film, people recognized me and stopped to chat for a bit. I talked to countless people, losing track of their names as the night went on. I tried champagne for the first time and hated it at first. But the more I drank it, the better it tasted.
Declan didn’t leave my side at all during the party. He introduced me to everyone he talked to. Even if I didn’t always follow the conversation—because some things went over my head when they started discussing their experiences in the entertainment industry—I had a ton of fun being a part of it.
I met so many big stars that night that by the end of it my head was spinning.
It spun even more when Declan and I went to the hotel afterward. We stripped out of our too-expensive suits and fell into bed. Sleep was the last thing on our minds.
Declan fucked me nice and slow. And once we’d rested, I fucked him.
I’d never tire of hearing his moans as I pumped in and out of his ass. There was something so damn sexy about topping a guy as muscled and big as him. But really, it was justhim. Everything about him drove me crazy.
It was a flip-fuck fest, and by the end of it, I was gloriously sore all over my body.
I snuggled against his damp chest after the fourth—fifth?—time. We’d been going at it for hours. Declan put an arm around me and nuzzled the side of my head. The time with him after we had sex was almost as intimate as the sex itself.
I kissed his collarbone before lazily moving up to his kiss-swollen lips. He smiled against my mouth.
“You’ll be the death of me,” he said in a tired, raspy tone.
“But what a glorious death it shall be, brothers!” I quoted in a harsh whisper, doing my best Spartan accent. “Dying for our home. Our land. Each other. If we fall this day, I shall see you all in Elysium.”
