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right.” He’s sweating now. “Where did you get those contacts?” the guy asks eagerly. A little too eagerly…upon further inspection of this man…I notice the pen and paper he’s trying to hide under the table, and that his beer is actually root beer. Add in his overly eager, twitchy behavior? You have a very ticked witch. Narrowing my eyes at him, my suspicions are confirmed.
    Reporter.
    “These? I ordered them off Amazon. Aren’t they pretty?” I beam, batting my lashes. “My boyfriend said they complement my cheekbones nicely.” Does that even make sense? Gag. “What do you think?”
    “They sure do,” Mr. Reporter says, quickly finding someone else to watch with those overly eager beady eyes.
    “What’s going on here?” Devin returns with our drinks. He slams his down on the table and frowns at the reporter. Maybe able to sense the needy disposition on him right away, unlike me.
    “I’m sorry, your name was?” I ask cheerfully.
    “Bill,” he answers stiffly, eyeing Devin. Naturally the reporter would suspect him of being one of those pesky rumors. Considering he appears to be a long-lost member of Motionless in White. Nothing against them, great music and, if they were in fact vamps, that’d be so cool .
    “Bill here was just asking me about my contacts.” Biting my lip, I carefully scoot over on the ripped leather seat and tug him to sit beside me. Not letting his hand go, I lace our fingers and beam up at him. Like we’re all in love . It’s very unlikely for me to fall in love with somebody. So, just acting like it, is really weird for me.
    “It was nice meeting you both, but I’d better get back to my friends….” He carefully gets his footing and makes his way back to his table. Which, I realize, is right across from us, where he can still easily watch us…great.
    “I hate reporters.” Devin gulps down some of his drink. Which is brown and in a tall glass. I suspect soda. Although I wouldn’t put it past him to get drunk, forcing me to drive him home because he knows I don’t support drinking and driving. Evil bastard.
    Since the reporter’s still watching, I snuggle in closer to him. From Devin’s shocked expression, I might’ve surprised him a wee bit. “Play along would you?” I hiss, wanting to deflect the reporter’s suspicions.
    “What’re you doing?” he asks quietly, gazing down at me like I’ve grown wings. It’s not weird at all. I’m just practically sitting in my best friend’s lap.
    “I told him you were my boyfriend.” It’s then I realize I didn’t directly say he was, but I did drag him into the booth and lace fingers with him.
    “Damn, Gilmore, twice in one day? I’m starting to think you have the hots for me.” He gulps.
    “I thought it was obvious.” I slowly run my fingers through his hair, letting my other hand trail down his chest to his stomach. Stopping right at the waistband of his pants, making his eyes glaze over. Seeing this reaction I can’t stop myself from kissing his neck. Once, twice…nibbling on his earlobe, he growls loudly. “Devin?”
    “Yes?” he hisses.
    “Are you enjoying yourself?” I yank his face close to mine.
    He nods.
    I barely let our lips touch when he grabs my hips and moves me on top of him where I’m straddling him. Under normal circumstances I would’ve yelped and punched him but we’re acting here.
    Improv acting , m aybe I should be an actress….
    He gazes up at me, like we’re the only two in the room. I try to mimic the façade, hard to do when the table’s digging into your back. Grinning like he’s won the lottery, he moves some hair behind my ear. Resisting the urge to bite his fingers, I smile back. Like this isn’t bothering me or making me feel like a slut at all.
    I’m so happy…ha.
    “I don’t think I’ve ever—” I cut him off by leaning down and kissing him like his life depended on it. Which it kinda did, if you take a peek at the bigger picture. For example…say