Confession

Ethan

I finally called a cab seeing that I was in no shape to walk any farther. Staying fit by fucking was obviously not the way to go. The idea of going home was still off the radar. I needed to be around people or someplace that left me feeling like I was worth a shit. Seeing Riley would have made everything better, but common sense told me that I'd probably dicked things up pretty badly with her.

The cab driver dropped me off at the studio and I paid before walking through the security gate and making a beeline for my trailer. No one should have been on the set, which was fine by me. I'd hang out in the trailer for a little while, take a nap and walk the sets until it was time to go home and drink myself stupid.

Call her, you idiot.

Want wasn't going to win out where Riley was concerned. It's almost as if I subconsciously wanted to jack things up between us.

I pulled my trailer door open and froze in place as someone called my name. Not just any someone. Clayton Welms.

"Ethan. Wha