Chapter 27

Spencer took the choice from me. He turned on his side and gathered me up, held me tightly—but not so tight that I felt smothered. In increments, I felt my body begin to relax. But my mind wouldn’t shut off.

“Stop,” he whispered, kissing my sweaty hair. “You’re staying. Hold on to me.”

I gave in. Despite what he’d said, what we’d done, I couldn’t trust it to last. So this was the end of us, the last I would have with him. I stopped fighting, wrapped my body around his, and laid my head on his chest.

Spencer’s sigh was one of contentment.

* * * *

The sounds of the party had died down, and I wondered if we’d been missed. No one had come looking for us. Maybe they knew what we’d been up to. I didn’t really care. The shoot was over. We’d all be going home tomorrow, and I probably wouldn’t see any of them again until the film festivals. Unless we had to do reshoots. That was likely; there was always something to be picked up.