Another body, no one they knew, lurched through closing elevator doors last-minute; the body wore a suit and kept talking on a phone, no attention thrown toward them at all. Jason put himself between Colby and the invasion anyway.
He could do that. He could be a bodyguard, a shield-wall, a portcullis. He could keep Colby safe. He dove into this fantasy, briefly: if Colby were still famous but Jason himself was in fact Colby’s bodyguard, if this were some romantic-fantasy movie, if Colby relied on him for strength and security. He’d stand guard outside that door all night. He’d fling his body between his charge and danger. He’d sweep Colby up in his arms and not let go. He could—
He should never read any of Allie’s fanfiction links ever again. He shifted weight, and tried not to let thoug
