I stare up at the ceiling though I can’t see anything in the dark room. Not even her. The discretion allows me to think about everything that is happening, about everything that has happened. I can hear her breathing and I want to smother her with my body and emotions, covering her until she only breathes me. She says, “You should sleep. You have the photo shoot in the morning.” “You do too.” I can’t see her smile in the dark, but I hear it in her tone when she says, “But I’m not on camera.” “You could be.” “Thank you,” she whispers and I can bet she doesn’t believe me. Her hand squeezes mine. “This has to be perfect. There is no room for okay. We need amazing to happen. Promise me you’ll give me amazing no matter what they ask of you.” The undertone of the conversation is weighted with little information. I still don’t know what she’s up to, but I can overlook that because I know she’s choosing me. “I’ll give you amazing, Reese.” I yawn, and her body rolls toward mine.
