Jillian’s voice did say something, probably “Cut,” off to the side. Jason wasn’t listening.
He scrambled up. Held out hands, took them back. “I’m sorry—I’m so sorry, f**k, Colby, I—I didn’t mean—”
Colby didn’t move. Just shut those eyes, remaining in place. His hands stayed put too, open and flung across the mattress.
“Colby,” Jason begged. “Please talk to me. Please say something.”
Colby opened his eyes again but kept looking up, at the bed’s luxurious canopy.
“Please. I know that was—that got more—went further than we—I’m so f*****g sorry.” He didn’t know what to say. What might help. What might be wanted. If Colby wanted anything from him, if Jason’s horrible loss of control hadn’t damaged any trust beyond repair. Jill had taken a step their direction but stopped, waiting for Colby
