Images of Him

Riley

I laid in bed half the night trying to figure out what I'd done to offend Ethan. I'd gone through the denial stages first, as if surely I hadn't done anything and he was being an overly sensitive tit. So I didn't want to talk about Jace, and I didn't want to dive into a relationship with him that would leave me heartbroken by the morning.

Deza slipped out of the room just after the sun rose, and I found myself still staring at the window, wide awake. I needed to figure out what I'd done and apologize for it, though I hated to. It would seem Ethan was nothing more than an immature ass and I would have to be the bigger person throughout our time together.

Outside of all that drama, I still couldn't believe that I was getting ready to shoot a movie with Ethan Lewis. He was America's crush. Butterflies danced around in my chest as I rolled onto my back and closed my eyes. It would be so nice if he was the strong personality in real life that he was in his Bond films. The demanding,