Chapter 4: After the Talk ShowOn a cool California evening, in a nondescript studio car, Leo kissed Sam with his entire heart. His soul. Every piece of himself, every emotion he didn’t have good words to explain.
Sam’s jacket was old and soft, comfortable black; Sam’s mouth was warm and beckoning; Sam’s evening stubble tempted Leo with sensation. He nuzzled at the spot along Sam’s jawline, exploring. He wanted to climb into Sam’s lap—Sam’s lap obviously wanted that too—but regretfully decided against scandalizing their driver even more.
Sam murmured, “Leo Whyte.”
“Yes.” Leo stopped, drew back. He’d seen the flicker in Sam’s expression, earlier, among the fans. He’d tried to apologize. He wasn’t sure he’d done enough. “Is there something you need? Something you want? A teacup, a famous l
