Always Only You by Chloe Liese (z-lib.org).epub

“Steak. Maybe mushroom risotto, too? She always gets that when we’re
out.” He glances up at me and catches my smile. “What? You think it’s lame,
don’t you?”
“No way. I think it’s exactly what a guy should do for his partner after a long
stretch of her shouldering all the home responsibilities. I’d love to help out.”
Before Rob can respond, something crashes in the kitchen.
“Shit!” someone yells. “Rennnnn.”
I groan. “They’re like children.”
“They’re worse,” Rob says. “At least worse than mine.”
I stand on a sigh and shove a shrimp sandwich in my mouth. “I’m coming!”
“HEY.” I SNATCH KRIS’S PHONE OUT OF HIS HANDS AND SHOVE IT IN MY POCKET.
“This is a phone-free zone. We agreed everyone does their best acting when
they’re not worried about showing up on Twitter in a toga saying, ‘O dainty
duck! O dear!’”
“It’s blackmail gold. No, platinum,” Kris whines, lunging unsuccessfully for
my pocket which now holds his phone. “I need it, Ren.”
I fold my arms across my chest. “What are the rules of theater in this house?”
Kris pouts. “Respect the story’s intent. Make your fellow actors look good.
Foster a safe space for performance.”
“Thank you.” I gesture to François. “Continue, please.”
“Merci.” François begins to bow but freezes halfway through and switches to
a curtsy. True commitment to character, right there. This is the moment where
Pyramus and Thisbe, two lovers meeting in the garden and separated by
circumstance—a Romeo and Juliet homage, no doubt—meet for a clandestine
kiss.
“Right.” Tyler clears his throat and adjusts his helmet. He’s reading Pyramus
this year. “‘O grim-look'd night! O night with hue so black! O night, which ever
art when day is not! O night, O night! alack, alack, alack, I fear my Thisby's
promise is forgot! And thou, O wall’—” Tyler looks around. “Where’s the
fucking wall?”
Andy bounds in. “He had to take a piss.”
François sighs.
Andy sweeps the blanket off of my couch, wraps it around his shoulders so it
drapes nicely, and extends his arms. “There. Sorry.”
Tyler lifts his script and finds his place. “‘O sweet, O lovely wall, That