Chapter 8
“You can’t run from this.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Yes, you do.” Alex jogged down the hall to catch up. “You have to do this kiss.”
The director had blocked the scene, gone through the rehearsal, and checked the lighting. They hadn’t rehearsed the kiss.
“Tomorrow,” Nick barked out. “We have to do the kiss tomorrow.”
“When it will be ten times worse.”
“No, it won’t. King said to do it fresh, and he’s right.” Nick sounded desperate. “Trust me, Alex. Now is not the time.”
Nick sounded so certain, Alex experienced a moment of doubt, but he was already arguing. “I know you. I know you’re freaking out.”
“What I don’t get is why it doesn’t appear to bother you.” By the time the sentence was out, Nick had spun on his heel and stood glaring back at Alex, one
