I heard her speaking with Justice the other day, and they both agree that you’re going to have your own show on top of the SOK scenes.” “Are you okay in there? You can ask Delila for your own trailer. “Hey.” She tugs on my arm, just as we all start walking toward God knows where. Rose comes over to me, wearing a little red bikini and nothing else, her arm hooking with mine. Or maybe she’s just insecure because I’m staying with them. Unless she’s picking up something that I haven’t yet. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I throw back over my shoulder, mainly because I don’t. You’re only keeping it warm until he comes back to me,” Val announces as I’m passing her. He leans into her ear and whispers something, her eyes coming to mine. “No.” He shoves past her and goes straight for Maya.
She pushes off her chair and bounces her way to King. Val pauses while rubbing oil onto her leg, her eyes fixed on me. I make eye contact with a few of them, but they make it obvious when they pointedly avoid me. Killian, Kyrin, and Keaton show up next with a few people I haven’t met yet. Just as we come up to Midnight’s, Maya and Rose are exiting, but Val and Mischa are already sitting outside, rubbing oil onto their bodies. The silence that hangs between us is comfortable as we pass everyone’s RVs. I’m taking a sip of water and waiting for King outside when he finally emerges. I take a couple of bottled waters out of the fridge before slipping on some little white ripped shorts and a tank. I dash into my room and grab the first bikini I can find, slipping it on. We’re going to the waterhole while we wait for the crew to set up the generator.” “If only,” he mumbles, climbing up the steps that bring him into the RV. “No, I mean, do we have air-con in here? I might die.” King’s eyes go up and down my body before coming back to my eyes. His hair is in disarray all over his head and sweat slicks over his muscled torso. The front door swings open, and King is standing there shirtless with cotton shorts on that hang nicely off his hips. Sweat is pouring out of my flesh everywhere, and if something doesn’t cool me down fast, I think I might die. So hot that I can barely damn well breathe, so I’m making my way through the RV in my sports bra and little shorts. We got in late last night, and, somehow, between us arriving, sleeping, and waking, the crew has already partially set up the monstrous tent. We’re in Texas and the location crew has already started setting up the equipment. I silently vow to myself that I won’t kiss King again. I sigh, resting my head on the back of the chair. “Well, you remember that next time you have your tongue down the devil’s throat.” He chuckles. “Because you guys had me locked in a cell for a whole week.
“Is it hard to believe that I don’t want you to get hurt?”
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