Chapter 25

He silently swore at himself. He was better than this. He was

A small line had appeared between Jason’s eyebrows. Might be in character—Stephen did fret—or might not be. Jason went on with the scene, though. “That was the answer to your question, you understand. I would never expect you to be obedient. Not my Will.”

“And I wouldn’t promise to be. But I would—I would promise you that—” Oh damn, damn, what the hell was that line? Jill hadn’t yelled to cut, so the break must’ve come across as overflowing emotion; Colby couldn’t look anywhere except Jason’s eyes. He realized that his hands, behind Jason’s neck, were trembling.

Jason’s arms were abruptly gone. One hand came back to gently cup Colby’s cheek, the touch of a lover, but an encouraging one; the confining bars had lifted. “What would you promise, love?”

That wasn’t scripted. Improvising. On the spot.

Colby managed to inhale.

Jason’s thumb stroked over his cheekbone, soft, no pressure. It left warmth in its wake.