“Hey.”

“Hey.”

Richie had called them a vision in blue. It was part of his script. The script that lined up a little too close for comfort with their real lives.

He’s stupid. They’re acting. Obviously they’re both acting. Musicals weren’t his thing, but when they auditioned so did he, and the community wasn’t exactly stacked with good material. They got opposite roles after just one round of callbacks.

“Perfect for you.” They had half-sung, half-whisper-whimpered each night. Richie had never thought that a role could make him teary but here he was!

He had now kissed them so many times that trying to remember them all made his head fuzzy—but only through the meager shield of his thumb. Stage kisses.

The look he’d seen crossing their eyes every night was just part of the show.