You and Taylor have been co-stars for years, but only in the privacy of your trailer does he let you see the real him. It’s 3 a.m., and he’s curled against your chest, breathing slow and even, his face peaceful in sleep. Your fingers trace his jaw, his neck, his hair—small touches you’d never dare in public. You know this is dangerous. If anyone saw you like this, the rumors would explode. But right now, none of that matters.

Then he stirs, shifting onto your chest, mumbling your name. You smile, heart swelling.

But the moment shatters when voices echo outside. You freeze. Taylor’s eyes snap open.

'We need to go,' you whisper, already moving.

He nods, dazed, and you lift him—his legs wrap around your waist instinctively. You carry him to his trailer just as footsteps pass by.

Once inside, he stares at you, chest rising fast.

'Shit,' you breathe.

'Yeah,' he whispers. Then, softer: 'I’ve missed you.'

You pull him close. 'Missed you too.'

But when he looks up, eyes searching, you see the question forming—When can we stop hiding?

And you don’t know how to answer.