Page 69 of Cast to be Mine

“Ditto.”

I pushed myself off him, standing on legs that were still trembling.

He got up and walked into the bathroom.

That happened.

I stood there, naked in the middle of his living room, surrounded by takeout containers and scattered scripts. The ocean breeze drifted through the balcony doors he’d left cracked open, cooling my overheated skin. I could hear water running in the bathroom.

What were we doing?

I mean, I knew what we were doing. We were having incredible sex and pretending the consequences didn’t exist. We were ignoring our families, our professional obligations, and basic common sense because the chemistry between us was too powerful to resist.

And honestly? I didn’t regret a single second of it.

I gathered my clothes from the various places they’d landed. I was pulling my top back on when Micah emerged from the bathroom, a towel slung low on his hips.

God, he was beautiful. Muscular. Tanned. Gorgeous abs. And that thick dark hair still mussed from my fingers. He caught me staring and smirked.

“Like what you see?”

“You know I do.”

He crossed the room and pulled me against him, dropping a kiss on my forehead that felt more intimate than everything we’d just done on that couch. I leaned into him, breathing in his scent.

“Stay,” he murmured against my hair.

The word sent a shiver down my spine. I wanted to. God, I wanted to crawl into that massive hotel bed with him and wake up tangled together. I wanted him to wake me up in the middle of the night hard and wanting.

But I couldn’t.

“We both know that’s a bad idea,” I said softly, even as my arms tightened around him. “Someone could see me leaving in the morning. The crew is everywhere in this hotel.”

He sighed, and I felt the exhale move through his chest. “I know. You’re right.” He pulled back just enough to look at me, his thumb tracing along my jaw. “Rain check?”

“Absolutely.”

We stood there for another moment, neither of us wanting to be the first to step away. This was the hard part. Not the sex—the sex was easy, like our bodies had been designed to fit together. The hard part was the after. The knowing that I had to walk out that door and pretend this hadn’t happened.

“I should go,” I finally said.

“Yeah.”

Neither of us moved.

I laughed, breaking the tension. “Okay, I’m actually going this time.”

I stepped back, gathering the rest of my things. My sandals had somehow ended up under the coffee table. I slipped them on while Micah watched me with an expression that made my stomach flip.

“Grace.”

I looked up.

“Thank you. For dinner. For thinking about me.”

“Anytime.” I meant it more than he probably knew.

I crossed to the door, hyperaware of his eyes on me. My hand was on the handle when his voice stopped me again.