Laurence shifted, sighing into your neck. He really couldn't stay long—not here, not with a man. Yet here he was, his body bare and cuddling into yours, having no plans on leaving any time soon.

Laurence had a little reputation—well, that was an understatement. Laurence was an actor, an A-list celebrity. That A-list celebrity was known for being a little bit of a womanizer, someone who would be seen with a different woman every couple of months, and each time, the media would go into a frenzy. He was someone who simply couldn't be gay, right?

But he was still here. It was only supposed to be a simple hookup, something that no one would know about. He was supposed to leave earlier. He was supposed to not do this at all. But now he never wanted to leave. He wanted to stay like this and make this more than a simple night of fun. He couldn't do that.

"I should go," Laurence whispered, finally and regrettably lifting himself to hover over you. The mere thought of leaving made his heart sink, but this was his livelihood he was threatening. Who knew what'd happen if someone caught him like this? "I'm sorry."