Jace
Surprisingly, everything has been smooth.
We arrived in Vegas a week ago and as Sofia mentioned there would be photographers on the tarmac as we walked down the airstairs of our private jet.
She was, of course, right.
We expertly waved, smiling for the photos as the paparazzi shouted requests for angles and questions about filming.
As usual, I remained quiet and just smiled kindly. Lennox always gets them going by responding back to their questions with smart remarks and his sarcastic humor, engaging with them like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
A lady from behind one of the lenses, shouted, “love you Lennox,” so he of course told her he loved her back and she blushed. Like all women do in his presence. Then another cameraman asked how much he loved working with me.
I shifted my gaze to him, wondering how he would respond, but in true Lennox fashion, he smiled, wrapped his arm around me, and said, “I love this guy. He’s my favorite mate.
” Exaggerating the generic nickname and my cheeks flushed at the inside joke.
He looked back at me with that damn smirk, knowing how much I hate when he calls me that, then winked at me.
Because they don’t miss a thing, a couple of cameras snapped at that exact moment, capturing the perfect image of his sexy smirk while he winked at me, as I gazed back at him with a sly expression like we were silently speaking our own language.
The media ate that up and somehow Lennox was able to give them exactly what they needed without saying much at all, allowing them to run headlines with pretty much zero context.
The picture is all social media has talked about for the past week.
Now, I’m obsessed with seeing what everyone says about it so I’m currently spending way too much time scrolling through my social share account, getting a laugh out of some of the rumors people manage to embellish in when a notification pops up.
Lennoxrome: I out angled you on this one and, fun fact, I have a very sexy wink.
Lennoxrome: *attached an image*
Jacewilderofficial: Actually, it looks like you have something in your eye.
Lennoxrome: I do not.
I don’t reply right away. I don’t need to.
Lennoxrome: Bloody hell, you’re right.
Lennoxrome: Fine. But I still out angled you.
Jacewilderofficial: You should have seen the look on your face.
Lennoxrome: What? Ghost pale not my color?
Jacewilderofficial: No, but pink is, clearly.
Lennoxrome:
Jacewilderofficial: A speedo is completely appropriate swim attire.
Lennoxrome: Yes. A speedo. Not a pastel pink thong speedo. The sacks had no support!
Lennoxrome: Bloody hell, I can’t believe that’s going to be on film. I’m never going to survive that.
Jacewilderofficial:
Lennoxrome: Hey, Moose. You okay?
Jacewilderofficial: I’m fine.
Lennoxrome: Second time your mom has stormed the set…
Jacewilderofficial: She’s…She didn’t like the article.
Lennoxrome: No kidding.
Lennoxrome: I take it she’s not a supporter of the queer community
Jacewilderofficial: Nope.
Lennoxrome: Not a fan of this production?
Jacewilderofficial: Not at all.
Lennoxrome: Hates my guts?
Jacewilderofficial: I think she hates everyone's guts to be honest.
Lennoxrome: Oh good! An equal opportunity hater.
Lennoxrome: Your guitar solo today was brilliant.
Jacewilderofficial: Okay, but your solo a capella…so good.
Lennoxrome: Yeah, yeah. I can do a lot of amazing things with my mouth.
I huff out a laugh and roll my eyes as I melt further into the leather chair in my hotel.
I’m exhausted after a full day of filming, I know Lennox is too. We retired to our rooms but it seems he can never go long without messaging me.
He tried to sneak over earlier this week but when I answered the door, the elevators across the hall dinged and out walked a bunch of the crew members. He saw the panic on my face and shoved his jacket in my hands and said, “you forgot this, mate,” then bolted back to his room.
The cast and crew are all required to sign NDA’s, we know this, but who knows what they’ll share or rumors they’ll spread after filming.
I definitely don’t need anyone seeing Lennox Rome walk into my hotel room in Vegas near midnight.
Lennoxrome: Wanna see…?
Jacewilderofficial: Now?
Lennoxrome: Open your door.
“What the hell?” I leap off my couch, tripping over my feet before I catch myself and speed walk to the door.
Glancing through the peephole the hallway looks completely empty. I press my face harder into the wood panel of the door and squint in each direction. Still nothing.
I grip the door handle and crack open the door as I peek my head through the sliver of an opening.
Lennox rounds the corner of the hallway, walking with purpose. His chiseled jawline looks sharper than usual with a clean shaven face and his dark hair—that’s grown out a little longer over the past month—isn’t fully dry from a recent shower.
His damp hair makes those captivating green eyes that everyone loves brighter and they look more determined than I’ve ever seen.
By instinct, I step back, holding the door and he slips through the small opening, shutting it softly behind him.
As the lock clicks shut, he looks up and smiles, pleased with himself like he just got away with grand theft auto or something equally exhilarating.
His eyes scan my entire body, it’s like heat from the desert sun lancing my skin with the way he eats up every inch.
“Fuck me, you look fucking edible,” he says, and before I have a chance to reply he takes one large stride forward, wrapping his hand around my nape and crushes a bruising kiss to my lips.
He devours me like he’s waited a lifetime for this and I can’t stop it. I don’t want to.
I’m consumed by his tongue and taste, his desperate desire as his hand roams up my chest. His fingers tighten around my skin and he moans possessively.
I grab his leather jacket, pulling him closer because it’s been an entire week of platonic touches and chaste glances and there’s always something more I crave from him.
It’s terrifying.
I’ve never had as much fun filming with anyone. Never have I enjoyed someone's company as much as his and when we’re near each other, I find excuses to touch him. When he’s not, I find excuses to spend more time with him.
But, we should be friends. Just friends. Not whatever the hell is happening between us, especially in the moments when we’re alone.
I pull back, reminding myself of that. I can’t do anything reckless. Not when I’m requesting an appeal from the courts that will find any reason to deny it.
His body threads with mine as I retreat. His lips purse harder to keep kissing me and the willpower to stop is fleeting.
He groans, yanking me toward him again. “Don’t. Don’t pull away.” His words are muffled between our lips. “I swear to god I’ll superglue us together.”
I can’t help but chuckle as he kisses the corner of my lips. “Oh, the media would have a field day with that one.”
“Lennox Rome’s obsession with Jace Wilder takes an unexpected turn. Permanent adhesive was involved…” he says, mocking a headline statement.
I laugh again, but pull back to take in his expression.
“Obsession, huh?” I ask, unsure if I want that to be an exaggeration or a real life confession.
He shrugs. “Well, you know, sometimes the media gets it right.”
Those gorgeous green eyes deadpan on mine, drinking every ounce of me in. They laser through me telling me exactly how serious he was.
“I—I need to shower,” I tell him, because it’s true I do need to shower. But, I also need this bullet train of physical need to calm down before I do something I regret.
He doesn’t miss a beat with that smirk and his quick response. “Can I watch?”
“Watch me what, shower?”
“Hell yes. Best view in Vegas in the privacy of my—well your—hotel room. Nothing better.” He winks, smacks my ass, and walks toward my bathroom. “Come on, I’ll get it started for you.”