“You’re paying for dinner?” Colt echoes, trying to suppress the grin on his face. He loves this. Loves being spoiled by you. In reality Colt would have no problem paying for both of your meals, but you always insist on paying and it makes him feel special. He knows you don’t do it for everyone.

He’s the exception.

It’s like a warm hug or a sweet kiss; your love. Well…he thinks it’s love. He wants to believe its love and that you’re not just a very good friend…

I mean come on! You visit him on every set he travels to and you’re always calling to ask how he’s doing…but maybe he’s looking into it too much. He pushed those thoughts away as his eyes dart to you.

You’re so pretty, looking through your menu, all sophisticated and badass. He loves it…he loves you. If only he’d admit it…