I can’t help but sigh just a little.
“I’m sorry.” Ezra’s softly spoken words startle me.
“What for?”
He waves a hand toward the chaos. “For this. I didn’t know you did this for me. And now that I do…”
“Hey. Don’t start thinking like that. I don’t hate this gig.”
“You don’t love it.”
“I enjoy a lot of it,” I tell him seriously. “Especially when I get to act with you. It’s all the rest I could do without.”
He eyes me as if to make sure I’m telling the truth. “We could quit.”
It’s not the first time he’s said it. It warms me. It really does. But I shake my head.
“No, Ez. Not yet. I’m not done. And neither are you. I think we have a good few more movies to make together, don’t you?”
“You sure?”
“Positive.”
He nods slowly, and our car inches forward. There are still a few vehicles in front of us, and we wait our turn.
“When you’re ready, tell me.” Ezra’s tone is serious. “We’ll quit together.”
“Planning on going out with a bang?” I joke.
He winks in that devastating way of his. “It’s almost like you know me.”
I chuckle, and the vehicle moves again.
Ezra rubs his hands together. “Here we go. Our moment, Gray. Ready to go supernova?”
“This isn’t our end,” I point out.
He scoffs. “Of course not. After all, dying stars birth new ones. Isn’t that what you said? This is just…our next step.”
I suppose it is.
Ezra offers his hand as our vehicle stops in front of the red carpet. Our driver steps out, but Ezra doesn’t once look away from me. “I love you, Grayson Fox. With everything I am and everything I will be. Don’t ever forget that.”
I swallow down the swell of emotions threatening to overwhelm me. I’ve never doubted Ezra’s love. Not for a single second.
I accept his outstretched hand, bringing it to my lips and placing a kiss on his knuckles, as he so often does to me. “More than all the stars,” I tell him, my own love so vast I ache with it.
His smile is blinding, and it’s all too easy to see why the world fell for Ezra Gold as I did. There’s only one difference.
They don’t know him the way I do. And they never, ever will.
“Supernova, huh?” I mutter, earning another wicked smirk from my friend. “I guess it’s time.”
Ezra knocks on the window, and our driver opens the door.
Cataclysmic. Ruinous and miraculous.
Ezra and I step out to a brilliant flash of stars.
