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Do you believe in hate at first sight? Neither did I, until Niko fucking Adamos strides into Studio 1 like he owns the goddamn place.
“Grumpy,” I answer instead. “Seems like a bit of a dick.” Cass raises an eyebrow, looking at me knowingly. “So you’re attracted to him?” I groan. “Maybe a smidge.”
“You’re always more polite to people you don’t know than your actual friends. You realize that, right?”
And sure, I could probably work on the whole grumpy attitude a bit. Except that’s kind of who I am, too. I don’t think I should have to change my personality for another person. There has to be someone out there who wouldn’t mind it. Maybe even someone who’d appreciate it?
there’s a very fine line between hate and love.
his body feels like Heaven.
“I’m so glad I can share your worst moment with you.”
“Think about me when you come, won’t you, griniári mou?”
“Excited for our scene today?” he asks. When I keep chewing, Niko goes on. “I’m particularly looking forward to having your tongue up my ass.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant. I can practically feel Dixon’s smirk against my ass. The man is punishing me. Death by tongue-fucking.
And as Dixon nuzzles against the back of my neck, I realize I want this to be real. I really do. I want Dixon. Simple as that.
I only hear him. I only feel him. And it terrifies me, that singular focus. The way I feel when Dixon and I are connected like this. Because what if it truly is one-sided? What if, to Dixon, this doesn’t mean a thing? I think it might crush me. But as Dixon’s hand travels lower to clasp my dick, he tucks his face into my neck and whispers, “Niki,” and I know—I know—Dixon is here with me.
I could lie here forever. In this warm, dreamlike suspension, with Dixon’s body against mine. With him holding me like I mean something.
“We both have the day off tomorrow. Let’s hang out. And I’ll prove you can enjoy my company.” Dixon looks suspicious. “Why?” “Because, like you said, I’m persistent,” I tell him. “Unless you’re afraid you’ll lose and fall madly in love with me. I am very lovable, you know.”
No one stays. I don’t want to go down the same road with Niko. If I allow this man in only to lose him, I have a feeling it would leave the deepest wound yet.
How he sighs gently against my lips in a way that feels like home.
You certainly knew how to act like a good boyfriend during our scenes, not that I need you to act with me. I want Dixon, not Dix.” There’s a pause, and then quietly, Dixon says, “I don’t think I was ever acting with you, Niki.” My heart just about stops.
But when I look at the future, I see Dixon.
“You are grumpy, but I like it. I like all the pieces of you, Dixon, and I call you ‘my grump’ because you are. It’s not an insult. It’s a compliment. And I want you to know I accept you. Just as you are.”
“Is there anything you want me to save just for you?” “You already do,” he says, tracing the corner of my eyelid with his finger. “That look in your eye. That’s just for me.”
“I’m not going anywhere. Ever.” “Is that your way of telling me you’re my happy ending?” he asks, voice wistful and tender. I smile against his skin. “No, griniári mou. This is only our beginning.”
It’s still the same place as it was before, but now it has Niko. And that’s why it’s home.
“Agápi mou,” I say. ‘My love.’
