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please.”
    His tone was even, but she needed to see his eyes. Matthew was an incredible actor. She had watched him shift his entire being on stage for a role. His classroom may as well have been one large stage, too. She needed to really look at him and see what he was feeling under all the bravado he demonstrated in class.
    When she approached him, she noticed his eyes dip into the lacy crevices around her breasts, that may or may not have been intentional, and a thrill tripped through her. He wanted her. He had to. His hunger may have been muted, but she could feel him practically vibrating around her. How could she not? They were the same. She understood him.
    “Is this wise, you and I working so closely together?” Lynn whispered.
    Matthew twirled his pen twice before meeting her eyes. The silence killed her. These next several weeks were going to be either the best or worst of her life.
    “I’m absolutely certain it is not.”
    Lynn shivered.

 
    Theater work was grueling. Several months had passed since Lynn had graced the wooden planks, black binder in hand, ready to shed her skin and become someone else, and the time away was evident. She endured group rehearsals with Aria, which were plenty and arduous, and with her Romeo, far from a plastic dolt, but still the mildly infuriating Aidan Nelson.
    Matthew was full of incredible acting tips. At the end of the first week, her acting wings felt stretched and pulled, painful, but all for the best. What she didn’t have, however, was a lot of one-on-one time. Lynn assumed she would get a free pass from his No Individual Rehearsals rule, but he was adamant. Or so she thought, until Aidan began asking questions for their infamous balcony scene, referencing a previous rehearsal night that Lynn had not been a part of.
    “Just give it a shot,” Matthew said. “When we went over it two nights ago, you really nailed the urgency of his desires. That’s what is important here for Romeo, don’t forget. There is an imbedded urgency. They hardly knew each other, but they fell hard and fast. He let his hormones interfere with his logical state, which he clearly had to have in order to continue with the Montague legacy.”
    “Right. Letting my dick be my guide.”
    Matthew snapped and pointed at Aidan. “Exactly. Your lust is serving as a compass, and in this scene, you’re being a moderate creeper with a really hungry dick. Shakespeare ties it up in pretty bows, but don’t let the flowery language fool you. If you’re prowling around a girl’s window in the middle of the night, what are you really looking for?”
    Lynn shuddered at the grin eating up Aidan’s face. He was, for all intents and purposes, an attractive guy. He perpetually hovered near the top of the class academically, was student body vice president, and unabashedly displayed his theater nerd pride. Truly, Lynn liked Aidan and was happy he landed the roll rather than someone else… like Franklin Undersmith.
    But Lynn didn’t want Aidan as her Romeo, she wanted Matthew. A ridiculous request? Definitely. She knew it was impossible and impractical and stupid, just plain stupid. Aidan was a great partner and a decent actor. She just didn’t want to picture Aidan hiding behind the bushes, grabbing his cock and fantasizing about her walking around half-dressed.
    That was Matthew’s job, even if he pretended it wasn’t.
    Because that’s all Matthew had done for the last several rehearsals: pretend he had no interest in Lynn. Never mind his warning that their personal rehearsals could be dangerous for the two of them. He was so intent on keeping things professional, there was practically a moat growing between them.
    Lynn was a shitty swimmer. How was she supposed to ford the river and get him back? And now, now he was holding private rehearsals with everyone but her.
    “Now. Our fair Juliet.” Matthew rubbed his hands together. “You are a lot younger, keep that in mind, okay? Thirteen back then may not