EthanI tapped the seat beside me, knowing I was making a colossal mistake. Leaving Riley to wake up at Liam's place alone was just plain stupid, and yet I had no choice, or I'd convinced myself of the fact. After lying beside her and watching her sleep all night, I was fucked ten ways to the wind. Making love to her would have been magical, but it's not all I wanted. The need to hold her close to me, to memorize the laugh lines around her pretty mouth and trace the perfect arch of her little brown eyebrow tore me in two.Lust might have started the game we were playing, but love was going to suffocate me under its mighty power. Everyone around me believed in the power of love, and I'd scoffed at it for all of my life. There was nothing left to laugh about as I lay there next to her and dreamt of a future that surely couldn't be mine."Relationships in the movie business never work. Look at D. Look at Trish." I ran my hand down my face, which only left the sweet smell of Riley filling

Riley"Riley. Let me take you home." Liam opened the front door and leaned out. "You don't need to take the limo back. Those things are creepy, right? Who knows how many people have blown their load in the back seat."I tilted my head to the side and studied Ethan's brother for a few minutes. I'd grown up thinking that Jace, my best guy friend from childhood, had a horrible mouth, but Liam took the prize for sure."I'm good, but thanks." I moved around him and walked down the front stairs. "Thanks for having us over.""Yeah, anytime. Hey..."I paused when I reached the bottom stair and glanced back. "Yeah?""Did you and Ethan fuck?""What?" I choked on my own spit. Just when I thought it couldn't get any more awkward..."No, I mean, I just wanted to know whether I needed to have the maid clean up the bed up there. It costs me-"I lifted my hand and pressed my other hand to my mouth. It wasn't that the thought of sleeping with Ethan was at all repulsing, but having his brother talk abo

EthanI 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

RileyAfter talking to Ethan, the weekend was a bust. I wanted nothing more than to find him and love on him, though the bastard didn't deserve it. He was using playfulness to cover up what happened between us, and there was something else going on. Something he was struggling with, but I wasn't sure what exactly.By Tuesday morning, I was a mess over what to do about him or what to even say to him when I saw him. I'd have to play it cool, but that fact alone aggravated the piss out of me. We'd already busted through the barriers that led to a relationship, even a loose one, but here we were again. Tense. Unyielding. Questioning.Had Deza shut down the idea of something happening between us?"Riley. How are you?" Clayton opened the door to the studio as I walked up from the parking lot, lost in thought."I'm good. Really good. How are you?" I gave him a warm smile and moved to accept the side hug he offered. I was grateful it wasn't a fully frontal hug. It seemed too intimate and almo

Ethan"You're in a better mood." Deza glanced over toward me as we mingled in the lobby of the hotel. Frank’s job was to check us in quickly, and he seemed to be having trouble with it. Paul, our head film guy, made his way over toward the commotion as I turned back to Deza."You have Riley to thank for that.""Look. I know you-""Nope." I lifted my hand and smiled. "Save the drama for your momma. I don't want to talk about any of the shit brewing around my head. I'm good just trying to focus on filming for the next few days. Whatever happens with this chick... we'll deal with it."Her expression shifted, as if she approved of my comment. That would have been a first. I needed to mark that shit down in my trusty journal."You want to put our bags up and grab something to drink together?" Was that hope in her voice? Was the ice queen thawing a little? Surely not."Yeah. That sounds like a plan. I'll meet you back down here in five.""That's if Frank gets our rooms." She shook her head