Chapter 7
Jack showed up early for rehearsal for a lot of reasons. To prove to Paul that he wasn’t the only one who took this movie seriously. To have more time to nettle him before they settled in to work. To beat Betty and have the space to gloat in front of her for the duration of the shoot.
But mostly, because he couldn’t sleep. Because he had gone out with Henry the night before, and though there had been much needed drinking and merrymaking, he had stumbled home at one in the morning still thinking about that smoldering look in Paul’s eye when Jack had dared to touch him. Henry had volunteered to help Jack take the edge off—quite enthusiastically—but what Henry had to offer and what Jack wanted were two totally different things.
He’d jerked off more than once to fantasies of strad
