Chapter 4

That evening, I asked Alex to come to my room and help me rehearse a scene.

When he walked in, I was wearing nothing but a thin button-down shirt that barely reached my thighs. I had left the top two buttons undone on purpose.

Alex stopped breathing for a second, and his eyes locked on me.

I climbed onto his lap, straddling him, and raised an eyebrow. I asked, "Why are you staring? Aren't you here to help me run lines?"

He snapped out of it, but his lashes trembled.

I let out a soft laugh and set the scene…