I started the next chapter…finally.
“What’s this?” Chris asked, frowning at the phone.
“That’s exactly what I’ve been asking myself these last two weeks.”
Chris’ brow furrowed as he looked at Zach and then reached for the phone, hunching a little as took it and pulled it pulled it toward his face. Zach watched as Chris dragged his fingers apart against the screen, zooming in. And whatever spectrum of reactions Zach had prepared himself for — defensiveness, anger, guilt, pleading — this confused, pondering silence wasn’t among them.
“It’s me and Gal.” It was almost a question, the way Chris’ voice lilted up at the end. Almost, but not quite.
“I’d gotten that far on my own, actually.”
Chris looked up, seemingly surprised at the acid in Zach’s voice. After a moment he ducked his head to study the photo again, zooming back out and examining the surroundings. Because somehow that was more important than the fucking kiss.
Zach took a deep breath and tried to reign in his emotions. Sarcasm wasn’t going to help in this conversation, but Zach felt raw and nearly as exhausted as Chris still looked, and if Chris was playing innocent with him—
“This isn’t our set, though,” Chris added as if he were trying to think it through… as if he couldn’t place the memory of kissing someone else.
“You’re not shooting,” Zach said, his voice cracking less than he’d expected. “There are no lights. No cameras.” Just action.
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