What was Alex waiting for? Even as the thought sped through his head, Nick knew. Alex had excellent timing. He deliberately spun this out. He made Nick wait as much as he made those on set wait—as much as the eventual audience would wait. Nick couldn’t help his response; he’d fought his feelings for so long, but no matter what the future held, he could have this very public moment with Alex, and he wanted it. Wriggling a hand loose, he snagged his fingers into Alex’s clothing and twisted the cloth in his hand, holding on, yet simultaneously pulling Alex to him. Maybe Alex decided the moment was right, or maybe that was the signal he needed, but either way, suddenly a pair of lips sealed tight to Nick’s. He couldn’t breathe, and not just because of another mouth against his. This was Alex’s
