CHRISTINE
I giveMylo a boost so he can get a firm grip on the edge of the roof. As he pulls himself over, I enjoy the view of his ass.
He pops his head back over, catching me licking my lips.
Mylo’s eyes narrow to a glare. “Oh, now I see why you were so excited to be helpful. You just wanted to look up my skirt!”
“You’d deny a girl her emotional support ulterior motive?”
Before Mylo can answer, I back up and approach the wall with a running start, kicking off the brick and pushing my momentum upwards so I can vault myself over the edge of the roof, landing next to Mylo.
He stands with arms folded, rolling his eyes. “You’re so annoying. Celebrities should be banned from the internet.”
I step past Mylo and drop onto the flat tar roof, lounging with my legs kicked out.
He sinks tentatively next to me, wrapping his arms around his ribs and shivering against the chill night breeze.
“Oh, you’re ridiculous.” I reach over and pull him into my lap.
He gives a delicious yelp, then relaxes back against me, snuggling into my warmth. I tuck my nose into his hair, breathing deep. God, he smells good.
Then we… just sit. His gaze drifts up to the sky, and mine follows. It’s fewer stars than you can see out on the black sand beaches, but it’s still a gorgeous display.
Peaceful minutes tick by, warmed by the muffled music of the party below us. Our breathing syncs, and the gentle weight of Mylo relaxing into my chest puts me at ease.
For once, it’s not so hard to sit still.
Eventually, Mylo sighs. “We did it. We really finished filming.”
I brush his hair back behind his ear, enjoying how he shivers against me. “Sans scandal. How droll.”
“I thought you didn’t want a scandal.”
“Youdidn’t want a scandal. I think it might be a nice change of pace.”
He laughs, and I love the sound. “Are you insane?”
“Probably. Y’know, I was about to quit before you got here.”
Mylo clicks his tongue. “You? Quit?”
“Yeah.”
He twists to look up at me. “You… wanna elaborate on that?”
“Not really.”
“Do you still want to quit?”
My lips slide down the side of his neck, earning another shiver before landing at the crook of his shoulder. I take a deep breath, just feeling his pulse.
I murmur against his skin, “I don’t know.”
“So, what will you do next? Back to LA?”
“Maybe.” My fingers brush along the hem of his dress where it lies across his thigh. “Or we could stay. I could help you… finish your heat.”
“Do you think that’s safe?”
