Roxanne
By the next day, Dean didn’t seem so mad at me anymore.
He always was bad about holding a grudge.
“Do you want to go over lines tonight?” He asked.
“I can’t, Daxon is taking me out.”
“Oh, well I would think you’d realize how important this audition is.”
“Dean, I do, but I don’t want to stress myself out over it. You know me, the night before auditions I step away completely so it all feels more organic and fresh.”
“Yeah, I guess,” Dean muttered.
“Practice with Sasha if you wanna run lines that much.”
“No, it’s fine. I’ll get a massage or something. I don’t like kissing anyone other than you.”
“You’re such a flirt,” I rolled my eyes.
“Hello muffin,” Daxon came up behind me and kissed me on the cheek. “You missed a great dinner last night. Sasha and I had a blast!”
“Ro
